The Blackening of the Sky (Praying For Blood)

My stream of consciousness plays a song of sorrow.
It consists of only a single note,
The lowest note.
Indistinguishable from thunder and sunlight,
The note plays no harmony
And no melody.

Operatic willows sway in the currect,
Playing the blues
And praying for blood.

Her presence lingers in my touch.
I can still taste the stale nail polish
And the perfume that she bathes in.

When the lights are off,
She won't disappear not matter how hard I try
To erase her from my words,
Written in stone.
When the lights are on,
She glows.
Nothing can make her fade away.

With my head hanging low, she asked me;
"What is the meaning of this shattered existence?"
My only reply
Was one that I could not find.
But I knew if I did not give her an answer,
This nightmare of deliverance will reap my soul, endlessly.