Deepest, Darkest

                                                         ................Blue

In moments of deepest darkest blue

The teardrop that hit’s the water making it

Break off into waves all around

Breathe is exhaled so dark and white

As the night is full of cold air

The time is  five minutes to twelve a.m.

It feels as if time is running out faster now

IT feels as if time has never gone faster then it has

The dread that engulfs the night is so intangible

Slowly, I draw my breathe one more time

Before the hand strikes twelve and everything ceases to exist

My lips dark red with remorse and trembling with fear

Dark blue eyes, crying blood in pain

And the heart feels as if its giving its last pump

As I think my last thought, and draw my last breathe

I see the dark light sky

With blood tear dropped eyes

The stars all glistening with a moments truth

My hands are cold with remorse of what use to be there

The blood in my veins thickens as I clench my teeth

The clock on the tower has seemed to stop one second

Before the strike of midnight and only so daringly moves back

I feel the hurt in my heart even more than I did the night before

This hurt will never cease, will never be destined to go out

If only someone could feel how it feels, this stabbing in my heart.

My soul seems to have vanished, as if any shred of goodness in me leaves

I cannot bleed pure red, but only smoke, nothingness.

My breathe shortens, my skin tights on me

And my mind wanders like it has always done before

My heart is gone, not in my hands at all

This is a capsule of a body, embedding memories so tall

My heart was stolen, along with my love for all

I feel an everlasting beckoning call

As I feel the stabbing in my heart 

It has disseapered stolen by a thief, a gentle loving thief.

My heart a  rare mirror, reflecting only what you want the most

I feel my heart ever so shattered

With everything else that mattered

I think the most lucid things

Love, Tranquility, and Peace

What I can change, refrain, design.

But, I cannot change anything this time, for the  bit of me that is left

Left for death

But I can change what is tangible and make each day

Worth living.....like it was my five minutes before the strike of midnight.