In void of you I set my course,
because of you, my sight unclear.
In hopeless twists of love and trust,
to where I lay my time and space.
My time is suttle, I need not know.
Its lays in seas, too far from reach.
But seeps into my scars and bone,
Like gas in fire, all at once.
The space I lay is closing up,
like lungs of tar, that fill me in.
broken pieces of you left behind,
to where I lay my space and time.