The sky is a crying denial for you

And the fabric of mind, fragile as fear

But not see-through.

Your eyes like burning suns,

Slowly blistered heart,

Desperate disintegration.

The wind stopped blowing,

Stopped blowing for you

How you could never understand

We exist under the same clouds, the same stars,

The same insane search for soul.

I do not blame you.

As we gaze at the same darkness of night,

One dead, one alive,

At least we tried.