I am no longer.
Cast to the floor, I have no ability to move, only to lay.
Sleep with me now.
We lie together, sharing the same dream.
Thunderous crashes & fissures in the earth, cries & yells of despair.
Frightful they are.
She seeks me not.
I find her, never.
I bleed.
I see the red run down my arm's, making its way towards my finger tips where it falls in beads & stains the earth.
Wear this hearth upon your head, I will pull my hood low.
They all watch in quiet reverence, of us.
These shadows, this life, you & me, this dream.
We cannot accept, so we reconcile.
Atone with thyself, to attain the beauty which never was, but can always be.