Binding Lies

All you have are three words
Have you said enough?
Weak and watered thoughts
Have run the machine.
A revelation.
Deceit was uncommon
Futility indeed to hope
That under the guise of love
We could survive this.
Detached I watch and pray
Not knowing that the victim is I
And still your curses are venomed
With anger and greed,
Ribald with binding lies.
Will you hold me until the dawning light?
And I'll tell you
With every second just slipping away
What it's like to die
At the hands of a life once found
Of a love once loved.

Death of Flame

A fire has gone cold.
Behind sepia glaze hang empty branches
Amidst a barren field.
Dense fog shrouds an empty tree while
Soliloquizing about comforting falling branches
In their final, fleeting moments.

A fire has gone cold.
Her lips are filled with autumn.
The last lies from the mockingbirds
Spiral from them;
Deserting the lips to chap
The bitter climate to come.

A fire has gone cold.
Crimson warmth of summers past.
Transforms into neutrality,
Into grey.
Into bitter tastes of lukewarm decisions,
Trapped inside her breast.

She's alone, void, and dormant.
Today she'll die to prepare.
Taking solace in life's seasons
And the ideal
That just one solstice from now,
She'll bloom.