looking at him hurts,
the way he tosses and turns to the sound of one's pitiful voice,
the way he shape shifts his own world adoring one who walks the earth on the talons of crumbled mindedness,
looking at him aches,
the sweet sound of his voice reflects the cognition of one who before was humane,
he feeds on one's solicitude and burdens on the travesty,
his voice now whimpers in desperation for one who moves heaven and earth but there is nothing there,
the single red rose yearns for the storm but clouds as one are stoic,
there will be no shower

it's when i'm in the shower
it's when i fall asleep in the fullness of time
it's when a pair of lips meet mine
when i gently glide my hands up and down my body
it's until then that i recall your fingers fondling my cold blooded skin
when lying in bed only leads to having night terrors of your fond smile
******* it that ******* smile
when you kissed and touched me in your dearest places but it only irked me
when i'm filling the void of sorrow by loathing you
i'm in this deep blue sea of hatred and i can't swim
you left me and it's until now i know i never loved you

i now face my reflection and can not see you,
no longer morphed as one, i mourn
i now face you and can not find you,
unearthing your bygone fervor, i am consigned to oblivion,
unable to get back to you,
unable to get you back,
you are lamented,
i mourn someone who has not died