it’s constant. constant pounding, constant screaming, of your name. reiterating of you, and constantly driving me.
absent yet constant. echoing through every crevice in my mind, and of the mind you reside. constantly screamed to fill the silence you left.
every gap of nothing is filled with everything of you.
you reign over my sombers, awake when im not. when my conscious is taken, you follow me into sleep. only to wake to you and sleep to you. and wake to you. and sleep to you. and wake to you, and yet another daily, cyclical torment, where the only constant is you.