your voice.
the blessed, cursed melody that plays over and over in my head.

your voice.
the golden siren song that tears me to a million glorious pieces.

your voice.
the first thing i listen for but the last thing i want to hear.

your voice.
always beckoning me toward you; always pushing me away.

your voice.
it kills me, swallows me whole, echoes around me until i cannot breathe.

your voice.
as rough as the concrete i feel beneath my body as i sink to the ground.

your voice.
too real, too soon, too late, too loud, too much, too much, too much.

as i lay there, ears filled with an empty dial tone,
eyes set unblinking upon silver pearls embedded in the midnight sky,
i realize that there is no other weapon quite as deadly as your voice.