The ice has broken between you and me
I have reached out, I am waiting for thee
The Bad blood that churns between
Story of horror that entails in mean
Time that shadows the time spent
A moment of fragility that we repent.
Shunned by the silence
Ruined by the storm
My soul has been broken from the call
My life that once
Was a bird of prey
Has diminished, been reduced to an endless crawl.
Scrawling furiously onto the canvas
I wreak havoc upon the cloth
That once covered your serene face
The face which I now see in haze
and in dreams so dreary
which wake me at night
I still see that pain
That face, that fright.
Remain I still shrouded in my words
They once were few, now come in herds.
I live in the cocoon of my body
In a lie I lie
Among thorns I thrive
With a smile I cry.
But now, fear that once filled my soul,
escapes in a cloud
Standing beneath a shroud
Is my love, My life
Is worthy of her return
This path of life not worthy of our sojourn.
So long I mourned, Burst out I shone
A lone my soul, of yours a clone.
My mate of soul, take my hand
Rekindle the magic we once planned
The soul of my mate, no longer a tool of malice
Of me you’re Helen, of you I’m Paris.