Dig that finger right into the darkest recesses of your mind,
push it,
feel the pain,
search through the darkness,
watch it rain

pull open that weeping wound
push it
touch the disease
run for the shadows
feel it ease

When you left it was hard to see through the vapour that was left by your soul,

just transient corridors paved with emptiness, echoes of your voice,

staring through windows as if they were mirrors reflecting the spirit within, foreboding, dark skies, rain as cold as my tears

these walls hide your face,  they come alive and ****** the memories away,  mocking in synergy, the fast approaching coldness of the new day

that transient moment between the comfort of night and the rising sun quickens the weeping spirit

we seek the subdivisions of love, whilst hiding in the darkness of despair,  yet when it comes and the countenance is lifted, the hand of the shadow takes away our light.

Crave myself
for the image
Imagine inside me
Bent pictures,
twisted shapes.

Crave yourself
for the world
Imagine inside you
Ocean crashes,
simple things

Satirical sadness
sets in