This was a collaboration between me and another poet. She is awesome!!

Mood Music
Recollected Disillusions

Blood stained hands; washed clean
I stand in this umbra of my soul unseen.
yet my image that stares back at me
sees everything, that was not meant to be.

The rain pours down from darkened skies,
I whisper in your ear my final goodbye.

As this mundane tool slips through my grasp
two seperate entities within my soul clash.

I slowly drop unto my knees ...
while the storm brutally whips the trees.
Swelling pain like a demons mask
makes me wonder, makes me ask.
What could have been born out of
something that could never be?
For, only in dreams,do the blind dare to see

I look back upon steps followed
but, at the end of the path my heart lays hollow.

Memories in which your golden hair enshrouds your face
Something like looking at you through delicate lace ...

The salty skin I still wish to taste,
your smile still echos in this dark place.

A thousand laughs, a thousand grins
which carried away all of my sins;

The touch of your hand upon my cheek
while you stood there silent and meek ...

the special spot beside me where you lay
as we greet the colors of a new day ...

The fields in which we frolicked and played
while the violins, sang loudly in their stay;
Seem to now proclaim of some form of foul play...

My doubts spiral, truly dismayed.

I see things around me that cannot be real;
made a pact in blood to bind the deal.

Ebony thoughts bring about a sudden gloom
as shadows creep from those cast by the moon.
Nightmares seep into my dreams keep.
Despair and anguish distort my mind
suffocate me, make me blind.

Who is this that now walks in my steps?
Dares invade the place where my heart was kept?
Lurking in shadows, jumping at sounds;
How do you expect not to be found?
A jeering grin,a face not of my own ...
a different build, a look of stone.

There you are holding his arms so tight
I want to crack his skull with all my might.
As you lovingly stare up into his eyes
this is torture, my heart's true demise.

As winds howls in sympathy to my heartbroken screams,
the rains wash away the last of my dreams.

Rid me of these phantoms I find
in the morbid recesses of my mind!

I cast them out so I can see,
as this red moon leers at me.

I get to work, I make my plans.
I set the wheels in motion to take my stand.
I take a drug to make me sleep;
to chase these demons in slumber deep.
I awake before dawn and wait outside your house,
I creep behind you in a game of cat and mouse.

As i think again of what i am about to do,
the dark clouds part ...
the sky becomes blue.