A whisper to me
do not speak
A desolate love
that makes me weak
it speaks to me
through the cracks
as if no flaws
in truth it lacks
Grab hold of me
I fall so deep
as though no end
as though in sleep
Love is to hate
and happy is to cry
to fly is to crawl
your eyes are a lie
Stop and help me
the whispers clear
through the cracks
that linger near
Darkness engulfs me
welcoming with time
forgotten, illimitable,
scattered thoughts of mine.
Forever and me
we hold hands
in a sky that swallows
hopeless demands.
Cracks that watch me
thoughts that lie
endless torture
to my demise.