Whispering gentle words into the darkness of my shadows
softens not the sharpness of their edges
Edges I yearn to bleed from
A splatter of hope
That I shall not drown
in their depths

Searching my eyes with your own
cannot erase all the colours you know
to discover pain runs blue

And what if the blackness of this ink
melts into the darkness of my vision
so I can only feel of this death

I cannot find the smile
That eases your pain and drinks of mine
It cannot breathe in the shadows
So it is with disgust that I reject it

With bloody hands I hold the edges
To steal a glance of you
Only to meet the painful expression of you looking at me
My confusion greets yours
with puzzled welcome
But my hands are sore and the light too bright
for eyes that only know shadowy blue.

~ Shae Leigh
29th-January-2000

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