From The Past

I wrote this some several years ago, and it wandered right back to me.

Of Velvet Tears

He lies alone
As he will as long alive
But nothing stops the pain
And nothing stops the rain
One thing can keep his heart from aching
A heart stopped beating
Is a heart stopped breaking
How he dreams of going cold
Now he lies in the bed where they once slept
In the shell of the place where they once dreamt
He can hear the voice of his love
Like the fluttering wings of a dove
The red line cut into his wrist
And the warmth of the blood spilling onto his fist
Is the love in the warmth of her kiss?
A kiss he has never felt since
The knife in one hand seems bigger
Then the other hand caressing the trigger
The blade will only stop the pain
The bullet will fully start the rain
Of velvet tears
He cries
Of velvet tears
He dies
Beside his love he is free
In a tomb by the rolling see.