Lost Concept

I climb to the top of the canopy

and overlook an ocean of blood.

A spire stands in the distance

entrapping my one love.

I slosh through waves that stain my legs,

my skin replaced with rot.

An ugly world for a pretty heart,

is my second to last thought.

"An eye for an eye," my lover screams

from high within the spire.

"I am already blind," I say

much to my love's great ire.