I wake up from this slumber Startled at midnight Awoken by fresh love And suddenly this vast loneliness in the unending universe Seems very small I crave to cry And how my tears turn their way through my throat deep into the entrails So no one ever could find them. Why are they such hypocrites, like you, my love ? They are a hemlock I drink everyday. I wonder when this rib cage of mine dampened with a grave desires and weighed under indelible pain will burst into a thousand confetti. My apocalypse. I fear, my love, each shattered piece of me will still worship the soul you cage within...
the rantings of solitude