Blood stained iris,
Holding your very last glimpse as hostage.
Cold wind won't freeze,
Ripping flesh from heart to send a message.
Skin made of rust,
Tingling at the prospect of your caress.
Won't bite the dust,
For I can now comprehend your message.
Standing underneath the open skies,
At the bosom of all that will cease to exist someday,
I see a dream with wide open eyes,
Of faded rainbows drowning in oceans on a warm May.
Do go on with your life,
Because nothing's real and nothing lasts.
Just a matter of time,
Till the sweet future becomes lost past.