Dead Eyes

My love for you is a tasteless agony A single shroud thrown over the rest of me As I tip toe the path of masochism it only brings me closer to you Because I don't believe that the bottle would bring the pleasure of damage that it used to Your eyes are cement and storm clouds And you yourself are fresh black ink smeared on the paper with tears and rain I am unable to see through you It is nearly impossible to read you You do not allow me to see your pain Constant restraint I am the frigid mist that surrounds you at night The solemn phantom that watches you while you sleep The cold hand tracing your jawline and stealing the occasional empty, atmospheric kiss The tense air on your lips When you sometimes awake I disintegrate before you can catch a glimpse of my face Yet once, I believe, you were too quick for me Finally you could see The lone white essence watching over you Realization spreads across your face And as I fade away, You smile apologetically Before you fall back into your dreams