Noise

my world in a cold shade of sapphire
I chase your days  with the flight of life
to no avail, I long for a voice to admire
roars long lost, sharp is the silent knife

my days in a dusty coat of crimson
pressured air cuts your throat to my bones
vibrations lay waste to my every dimension
in weight of blood, dreams I shall atone

my eyes in a coffin of crystals
seek your signal past the realms of men
faces form above the timeless vistas
and disappear without a word of when

my mind dark and devoid of warmth
hidden by the cloak of unconscious choice
death needs a heart and a guiding voice
I lost your voice to the haze of noise.