May

Silence. Crying. Heart.
Death by which the giver fades.
Soul. Heat. Tears.
Drugs in the most unpleasant form
-Appearing from dark, cold skies.
Finding the remains of ideas and hearts scattered across the pathways one crosses each day.
Emotions that build up within, like plaque and scars that have trouble fading away.
Tears in cascading motion, down the sides of a well-meant face.
The secrets and lies are dealer's potion, one that eats away at the insides.
I am not the dealer. I have not been given lies.
The truth burns the throat too, sometimes in worse fashion.
My energy is losing hope, and it's because of all this passion.

The downward slope of this season is what I blame.
Everything goes wrong; no one calls my name.
Sinking in the depths of the warm, but deadly toll.
No one knows who will die, or who will fall.
It's all up to nature to decide the worst.
Waiting it out, is what eventually comes first.