You cannot find any more lost than we
are in the total confusion of each other and you can see
that as two suns come together they rip each other apart,
I'm bleeding red where you tore through my heart
on your way to the beginning, but past the start
bleeding black as you forgot to close the wound
filling with broken promises and hopes now doomed
to puddle at my feet and reflect a frowning moon,
the sky turns into a wall of jagged glass
when I try and fly free of the past
now slipping over puddles of black
falling, falling, ever falling back.

-Matt