You talk to me..
with the language of my dreams.

Of promised joy
and a solid decoy.

With the cries of night creatures,
that I dimly understand.
I think of the fine features,
that in our life, I have planned.

and then I realize..
its all just a plain mirage.
A life full of false pieces,
a hopeful montage.

Your binary words,
glow in my darkness.

Your 'darling' hangs in the air..
and my head just forgets.

Making chemicals run in my blood, just by looking..
you freeze my sound, take my free will and throw it away..

And I feel your cold warmth,
as the icy sparks fly upwards
from the burning of all my wishes
with a simple blank line..