We lie here,
Drifting through a conciousness lost,
Wafting in reverie,
Permeating stillness.

The sea of fallen stars lead beneath the forefront of Melody,
Stroking the shoreline in a vain attempt at repentance,
Whispering words,
Nauseating in our ears,
Rotting.

Once again the wind leapt out at us,
Causing not a stir.

The shoreline began to drift,
Leading conquest towards our outstretched toes,
Sneaking softly towards us,
As our hands grasped one another's in absolution.

And we continued to slumber,
Even as you drift away half awake.
Only me,
Now,
Never,
Forever,

You'll return to me,
Someday,
Not to me,
Never to me.

My regrets are now grammatical,
The letters written in chorus,
Punctuations and apostrophes etched on fallen leaves,
Marring together torn scriptures.

It's finished now,
The words here,

...See?

We wont read them,
He will,
My precious treasures printed on paper.

I regret now not having said them aloud,
No time left,
Not to speak.

While I sleep in my sanctuary,
My prison,
I shall scream them in earnest.

I LOVE YOU!

But you can't hear them anymore,
And now,
Neither can I.