heart attack...

He walks with a gait so silent in the night
0bsessed with the way he carries his weight
Backed by worry, concern, fear but not hate
A chiseled force to be reckoned with in the moonlight
I want to fucking tear you apart

Creeping and guiding is this leader of men
So lovely and graceful to positions he creates
Late, early, he can not speak of what he hates
Silence remains on his lips unspoken
You fucking took me away from my heart

So split now from the skin he likes
Whispers surround his mind’s estate
Of words spoken on a former date
Distracts from the valor of commanded strikes
Why couldn’t I wait for this to fucking start

Distance growing for the soft breath to traverse
He listens for her, staring at the desert star
And takes command of his personal war
He whispers to his own conscience if this could be worse
I’ll look you in the eye and fucking tear you apart

Motivations estranged as they connect in a distance
Lips meet in words spoken but unheard
He grips his gun and utters his word
The next movement-moments he is in a trance
I want to fucking get back to your heart

A place or a plane find solitude in the air
Where miles do not get in the way
He knows that ‘there’ is where he cannot stay
Getting back to ‘here’ and the skin for which he cares
I don’t want to fucking restart

Climbing and falling he does not have a choice
He doesn’t know if this is going to pass
Or if it is something that may indeed last
But not; for it has been his last breath of uttered voice
You fucking took me away from my heart