Sangre de la Luna

Waves crashing
All along the shore-line
Erasing all traces
Of my footsteps,
Almost as if
I never was,
Never existed at all.

The waters glistening,
Swirling around my ankles
In the crimson moonlight,
Like a sea of blood
Beating with the pulse
Of its own heart.

I can’t seem
To do anything right anymore,
Not even show affection,
All sarcasm and blunt, broken speech,
Words half-swallowed in
Their rush to escape my
Broken and fragmented mind.

No matter how hard I try
It seems like I can’t fix
All the mistakes and pain that
My words cause;
It feels like all I say
Only makes the pain worse.