Colors...

Color me the color black…

The black heart that you concealed.

Color me the color red…

The red lips that blinded my sanity.

Color me the color green…

The green of my youth that wilted.

Color me the color white…

The white deception I succumbed to.

Color me the color blue…

The blues I sank in, waiting for you.

Color me the color you...

The one who made me colorful.

For she who comes after you...

Sometimes love needs a proof in separation.

Filling the void, yet creating a chasm...
Giving hope, while taking it all away...

It binds and it blinds, both...
And the stronger it grows,
the weaker the souls become...
'cause in each other they find,
the strength and resolve...

To face with happy ease,
what would be daunting otherwise...
To be ready...
To live the moments...
Together... amplified...

All this I seek; I get only if I leave her,
Then as lovers before me have, I too shall oblige. 

Penance...

A tear falls, burning all in its way,
tearing through the tender leaves,
and the soft sand castles...

It burns the skin as it rolls on,
weakens the roots of comfort,
and purges you of your mistakes...

It's meant to make all stronger,
showing a bitter irony of sorts...

It pools in to become the mirror,
to show you your way of error...

To long, to wish and to know...

As I strum the strings of eternity,
Waiting to hear its melodies play...

I stood there like an ape in modernity,
Stroking a fire in on a ever so darker day...

I know now it was my life, your ubiquity,
Is the only constant to stay...

Giving up...

Just like an old man engaged,
in a lonely war against immortality...
When face to face with death,
happily gives in to its shallow brutality.

Hope...

Tyranny without force...
endless flight of stairs...
bullet without a target...
men without the sins...
promises not broken...
leaving without a last wish.

That's Hope.

Life...

Curtains up...
Pain...
Severed cord...
Submissive lord...
Abject addiction...
Servile determination...
Mournful survival...
Pain...
Curtains down.