Tornado

Here in the darkness,
the silence echoes
around the cavernous
mind, a keepsake
of discordant love,
broken now, splintered
across a chasm,
unhindered from the
heat of the bloody
red moon, dripping with
good intentions, like honeyed
words from a liar's lips,
as the dagger slowly drives
into a forlorn heart, smiling
sweetly all the while, as porcelain
fingers devour all that is left behind,
one hand washing the other, till the
wounds turn raw, and dead eyes fervently
scan the horizon for a way out,
up through the darkness now descended,
a mirage, clearly reminiscent of a kiss
now turned to ashes dancing on the playful
wind, on the crumbling earth, laid to rest.