One melodious strum on his guitar
sang arduously in to my heart
and with the murderous faint of his voice,
my world seemed all in motion.
All else was a squabble of noise
blending into the charcoaled air
His songs were etched of glasses,
cutting through thick mists of red rain.
I see his music swirling about my head,
ransacking another serenade’s stead;
endowing life to the ones that were dead
and the living all have gone to fled.
His gaze burns the veins under my skin
and bursts of a billion cries within.
every strand of my hair yearns for him
like my life siphoning out of my dream.
That dream where rockers and cosplayers
conquered, stripping me off my dress.
Stepping like a mile closer to his oblivion
They hail me Queen, chasing my Ascension.
Where he would be with the twilight
waiting for my Resurrection. And
we would sing and make love until the
breaking dawn kisses the dead of night.