His hair was drenched
Like the hope which was
Drowning in the puddle of his
Quivering heart. Tears slid down
His hollow face, pounding the emotion
Apart; and we laughed, we sighed
Falsifying the truth, forgetting
Our love had died.
Once, he protected men
Delivering them from distant shores
When they were set astray, their
Kind praises as hollow as the zero in ten.
This grade was a symbol of their demise
(Too young to know better, blinded by the wise).
Changing like the winds in spring, soon ready to depart;
The glass has shattered, on this, my transparent heart.
Looking in the mirror and being blinded by what I see,
My devotion planted seeds of deceit and grew a
Rotting tree. We’re apologetic and plastic, my skin is tainted
With doubt and itching to be shed.
Once, we paraded with regal command, but I’ve now
Fallen and it’s possible to see, but impossible to stand.
You twist and squirm deep into my constant thoughts.
The things you do speak louder than that kind, soft whisper my sighing ears caught.
It’ll always be easy to see through this
Even when Faith clouds her support.
Forever, you’ll be in my clear heart.
We’re fallen but transparent,
And never will we be in the dark.