Love.has.escaped.me.
My bitter sorrow
the taste of sweet death
upon my fingertips
It comes for me
I hear it calling my name
at the break of dawn.
It's what we all want
yet cannot touch it.
The calling grows louder
until I can't ignore its whispering anymore
It's temptious rage
unraveling me at the core
It consumes all thought
waking and dreaming.
It's what we want
yet it cannot be ours.