It\'s nights like these that rob me of my sanity.
Basking in the glow of a tv.
Hallowed heart beating out a rhythm like a kettle drum.
My soul cries out your name filling the void in my head until silence becomes a welcomed friend.
Your love is an ebbing sea of pure bliss that I cannot baptise myself in.
Space and time are not reprieves for healing.
They are prisons holding me captive where I\'m abused by loneliness and haunted by memories.