Even Violet Taints Gray
In the most roundabout of ways,
she tried warning him off-
telling him tales he couldn't hear,
singing songs so unfamiliar-
He looked at her with anguish of wonder and love,
muting the sounds of struggle inside,
as the terrible savage scream ripped his soul apart-
In the forlorn warmth of her presence,
he felt the chill as his breath clouded in the air...
with a cold heart and steely nerves, she smiled.
This soft mellow smile became his existence, became his incubus.
For all the living they had to do,
they needed a brighter, a finer universe.
She drew constellations onto her skin, giving them hooey names, playing with the edges and crevices of her mind,
but... in a haze, in a never ending maze, in the timeless darkness
Frigid and Void,
Her heart tried to ignite the fire,
her mind couldn't create a spark.
He understood best how it felt never to heal, while mirages bred nightmares in him,
the fire kept burning his insides;
years of faith had disrupted as she bid him goodbye, in a trice and
evanesced...
left in stark,
he wrapped himself in his fears and firmly locked the door.
Motionless, emotionless.
Grey wasn't even gray anymore;
Violet had left him tainted.