Murky waters hide his face,
Dirt is dripping on the floor
From the white and broken wings,
But it’s grief that stings them more.

Shallow thoughts linger’n his head,
Eyes with bruises of the past
And for all the tears shed,
From her veins blood’s flowing fast.

Aching of her rotten heart’s
Shrinking fears in the corner,
His his face into a swamp
And he left a candle smolder.

The two widowed souls that match,
They keep tangled their emotions
And they stab their void cores,
Eyes flicker with devotion.