Of the bloody deeds addressed
He became a cold-stone mess,
He didn't know, but he was blessed.
Tears of anger regret and scorn
He was only approaching the eye of the storm
Swirling to hellfire, he was too worn,
Those eyes never deserved the life he was born.
Between all the chaos, the nickels and dimes
She watched all alone from the sidelines
At this hell she couldn't define
Any more and she'd go blind.
A hand she reached out to the blade of his shoulder
And his eyes softened; once as strong as the boulders
"Trust me" she whispered, keeping composure,
He outstretched his arm and started to hold her.
Up and out from the fire, away from the flame
Those eyes no longer sout out to blame
She pulled him from those hurtful games,
He had no right to feel ashamed.
And in their perspectives, no longer in dark
Their lips joined and fired a spark
Only their bodies they dared to embark,
Within the night, he left his mark.
Two still bodies; out of breathe
Two hearts pounding in one chest
One long night and ten barrettes
A million memories-zero regrets.