This dust littered piano- all I've left.
Ebony keys left me bereft.
The blanched, a siren,
pure of regret.
In her hand's his frail frame lie,
At odds with reality,
Mind nothing but foggy-
I want my future to start,
but I can't wake up my body.
What is this, this portal thing?
Lovely wings, a strange being.
I move left, and so does she,
but to her right, technically.
I've asked her things so eagerly.
Such a match we seem to be.
But it seems she will not speak-
I even waited for a week.
I'm coiled, like shadowed snakes, deadly, but still a hidden mess.