If I really do believe

If I really do believe

The best part of me has gone

Then what is left

Here, alone

In a bondage of cold hearts

Bereft of stimulation

Strictly one dimensional

Nothing fills the void

That once was occupied

There is only the movement

Of shadows

The dancing of silhouettes

Across my senses

To convince of little

But my own passive presence

Gazing with less than wonder

On a bloodied broken template

That once appeared complete

As paradise

Where the lack of an us is displaced

Spread as thin as rising mist

Upon the landscape

Where the barren burrows

Of ages wait

To claim the ghosts of

Every living thing

Wither will I find you,

When I know not where the truth of you may lie

Or what I might find

If where was ever there

Or if what was, might ever be

When the best of me was taken

The moment I was awakened

To find that you

Once here

Were gone