If the beauty of your structured
was to walk away,
my life would end,
if your words where to say
I am exclude to see your beauty,
for my ears
to be deny the words of an angel,
bury me in a vacant cemetery,
dream should be my god,
illusion the house I shall visit
to pray to see you again,
red fluid
should hold still in a place,
why should it continue its process
if it does not see a path,
heavens can be conquered
by dark gray clouds,
earth cant be flooded with rain,
lighting can be seen
as Christmas lights,
earth can open
and as food can digest anyone,
for my mind would not be conscious
due to my lost,
the roses would not have the same aroma
as they once did,
the sands of the oceans
wont be soft but ruff,
stars would no longer glitter,
the moon would be once again dark,
the sun would not have
the same flames it once did,
the beat of my heart
will slowly minimize its tones,
ill rather pull out my eyes
with my bare hands,
a blind man,
if your beauty
I am denied to see,
why would I want to see anything else
-che