Emptiness swindling the poker’s face
Growls of rage inhabit natural instincts
Hunger; feed the pretentious creature – I
Yet I crawl into defeat from the opposite sex.
Words seem knit my lips into in denial
This silence seems vaguely familiar
Yet my eyes spoke for what I couldn’t say
There is much silence left to be broken…
Three fingers pointing back, I am fault.
Seep into fantasy, to undo the undoable
Yet this rash on my mind pressures my heart
Do I still believe? It seems like its four fingers now.
The absence of sight revolves around the improved touch.
Yet colors seems more vivid seen then imagining the touch.
Blind; I gaze upon you without distortion
Yet I do not see, I see nothing but the lack love
Outrageous I bash into a corner of solitude
Never to speak, never to tell the truth slant
I bark like a mad dog to a stranger, yet to you
I am as curious as a cat to friendly bystander.
I hunger for the silence.
Yet unable to resolve
I bark into darkness.
I miss you.