I am cold
Like dying mist
At the tail end
Of a stale rainbow
With trembling hands
I reach for something
Real in the depth
Of your pristine limbo
I found one
With truth
As crooked as
My laughing sorrow
So sweet between
Fatigued hope
And a broken
Halo
With dust gathering
Swirling, dancing
In those
Grieving eyes
The hushed
Promises now
Looking more sinful
Than a fatal vice
These midnight
Dreams, under
Covers of flames
From inferno
Are as cold
As the dying mist
At the tail end
Of a stale rainbow
©e.reamico 2014
