Dying Love

Half empty, unable to be complete, accompanied by ghostly faces of life with out my heart. My queen away from me lost in this unforgiving world , sucked into a black hole of my mental universe not to be seen but missed. Love is lost but forever entombed into my heart protected by traps for the most cunning thieve can not steal this love. Hurts so bad it renders me sick stricken with the will to live weak as is my pulse for my heart begins to stop. The tears flow freely doing the talking for my motionless lips, limbs that are so numb dying slowly for the survival of my being is depleted with the love of my life gone for my embracing.