Lust is such a pain when held in the mind A home to some solemn a morning The outer rim of sight distorted Never to see for I am blind
How arduous a task it must be filling this void within Though you try to no avail still this longing persists Never is it quite the same this flushed face hangs in singularity Never is it quite the same the caress of her hand around your cheek
This warmth could never fully replace but yet seeks to comfort On to my own left again am I to this bitter taste As dark dreams are held fighting to resurface
What is it this wistful yearning to that which I despise Casting aside vanity's vision as somehow I am left to my own demise However monotonous the day to day may seem as my mind tapers on To be trapped between her sheets I find ecstasy replaced with solitude's forlorn
For like moon that sits alone hung in the luminescence of a winters sky So dull is the ache within my chest As the darkened walls do double as they revolve around Only to ruin what bliss I have taken upon myself
For tomorrow is to resurface And so again I will chase the blame For all the inevitable I attempted to thwart Yet it all remains the same