Freedom of the Guilty

Stumbling an Bumbling
Love is rumbling
Thrills an dreams
Are Brewing
Watching you're eyes
Sparkle like constellations
Gliding an slipping
The warm touch of love
chased you're fingertips
Warm air an quick gasps fill the car
Thoughts an feelings flying
Evil is clouding
Swerving an tearing
A 18 wheel monster 
Tearing through her heart
Breaking her gentle body
Reaching towards her
begging
an Pleading
her dead gaze ripping through me
Soul ripping
Dark swarming
devouring all night
screams wrenting the air
tears carving trails down bloody faces

Darkness swirling he can see a boy
with a mask trying to stand up
to pick himself up
to put on a smile
the tears are glittering
like stars on his face a hand falls on his back 
he looks up
its march 16 but 4 years have gone by
yet the bloody scars are still bleeding an tears are still twinkling