Shattered into a powdered dust never to be completely mended. It will have to be immortal not to hurt any longer. Time won't heal even the crimson stains will remain somewhere.

Restless

Moving like the moon does when it follows you around at night,restless, always watching--mocking your every move. Sometimes the shadows don't belong to who they have been assigned to but rather decoys to throw you off the scent especially when you are chasing reality. On the surface, and with lies spoken about you across the table when you're not present, it would appear you are a horrible person and one without feelings. This couldn't be further from the truth. But who knows the truth or rather who can discern lies when they are being spoken. Sometimes lies are tangible! I can see the crooked letters as they depart from the deceivers mouth. They think their intentions have been carried out. They have no idea I'm watching them like the moon.