Shattered Dreams

His eyes like pools of black were like shattered fragments of dreams he once used to have….

His eyes are like dark pools of water slowly sinking beneathe my veins
kind of like the draft of the dark knight that pulls me into bliss
shattered into pieces are his dreams into my heart pressed against me
its oppression softly goes to the deepest part of me where he himself is an island nowhere to be found
Leaking into the sides of his skull his pain erupting from within
Tears not only shattered dreams in his eyes only to light more candles that sizzle up in smoke.
This man though is not an island. To be alone is his only manner and someday, hoping for some drastic cause, I shall be enslaved in the sizzling shattered dream only to bear a dream to him that will never again shatter