There it was, that bedraggled gray absence,
the not being here of the one I want to love
whispers sounding in the dark, losing grip
losing knowlage of who is wanting me here.
It was no cold, but I had to shiver,
there was no silence egualling to my coldness
and, in her place, there was no pain to describe the suffer
yes, it was sufferring, what I did, when you forgot me.
The frightness people have of violence
is something I understand, it was above
peoples mind, blood never looked that disgusting,
it left me getting lost on the clear nowhere.
I would kiss your lips to deliver
numbing mad rainfalls when night falls in, knowing that
you ware resting there, peace, sore, chains of murder.
Bless, this was lust, in what I wish, then
to do not be.