Your memory is a whip my love,
It strikes my heart raw and ******,
The halls of my mind ring with my screams,
The simmering steam of my emotion seeps through my skin,

Why so beautiful her fleeing grace?
Do my fingers resemble claws to you?

I never sought but to love her,
Still I sink in failure in this lonely place,
My tenebrific weather returns to hold me,
The clouds of my mind drown me, choke me in the gale,

Storms **** me, but never fast enough,