Warmth of Despair

  • Here I lay with my heart flayed open.The beating pulses of my soul withering away.Tears can no longer flow from my eyes. I am no longer viable. The cries of my pain are not heard.The covers of despair are warm upon me.Numb fingers reach for what is no longer there. Where has the sunlight gone?My soul is fractured without you.There is less and less to awaken me from dark slumber.The whispering wind embraces me. Pulling me, begging for my company.It's winding fingers twine around me.I am drifting. Drifting away from pain. Drifting to peace.