As the moon sank
I heard a faint flow
Of an inky darkness
In a cry of a gifted owl
I should think it's nothing
But the cricket in a crook
Is humming hymns
Of surplus stillness
That has yet to come

I put up my fortress of solitude clouding all despicable thoughts
My body wilts under your cold glare
Curling in on its self like an autumn leaf
My heart begs it not to be true
Screaming to not give in
Not to except the obvious
But my mind knows
That this is what it is
Another catastrophic
Heartbreak