Traitor beneath my chest.

Cascade...

Fingers reaching to beguile rain drops

Falling from umbral leaves,

Echoic mummers farce of the heart.

Reflected in tear shaped worlds

Are the eyes gleaning blue like shame,

The vessel that held your love,

It beats again, strumming too many directions

In this dilapidated, cathedral cage

What a paltry weapon reason is

When turned against that tender rhythm...