The hole from within
Draws me closer.
The apathinc grin,
Natural for her.
I dream of clarity.
Of the warmth of arms.
Love’s brutal rarity.
The storms and the calms.
In between sleep and death,
Where my thoughts meet you,
I release my last breath,
Finally anew.
For it was your name
Which had sparked this lust.
On me falls the blame.
In you, did I trust.
Not mine.
