Version 5: Poetry

~A curse, I never had the courage until it was too late.~

Two sullen eyes, staring out into a cold world.
There is no return now, too far dead, breath no more.
Your hand passes through mine like a shadow,
Or is it that I am becoming nothing more
Than a sweet memory?

Tears crashing like the stormy beach surf,
Spraying white sea onto a porcelain face.
You stand beside her, she's life, creation
Your special Angel, sent to you from Heaven.
Then I must be a demon.

Blankets of sun caress the face, like a tender touch,
Wrapping the world into a pleasent, unseeing bliss.
Her hand on your cheek, your eyes and hers...
Together, bonded, fused until the sky bleeds
Cringing at pain.

Crashing thunder, pelting life from above.
Shivering in creation, embracing the Heavens
Such a tender touch, her lips and yours
Being purified. I am contamination. Demonic.
And so I am condemmed.

Crimson hits our life, destruction, death in the air.
Cringe away, run, flee, fall breathless.
Hear the song, see happy tears for you both.
I suppose she won, proved herself better to you.
Wedding Day.