TEAR

His eyes are full of love The world pulses in the background except for my silhouette a hue of infatuated pastel He's dead I scream The world is so loud throbbing banging spinning around me I'm dead He sees the color drained from my eyes The tension the helplessness that grabs me like hands and chokes me until I can't breathe He's dead We're apart All alone I thrive I laugh I smile at pixels on a widescreen of someone I don't even know I'm alive