The sun can no longer set me free
the loneliness
which used to only consume me
as the darkness did
does not retreat
in the light of day
So come be restless with me
tossing and turning within the nothingness
of this existence
I used to resist this emptiness
which would strangle my heart
seeping colors of blue, purple, white
Since when did the intake of oxygen
become so difficult?
Since when have my words
been as replaceable as my body?
Since when have the shadows of the night
become my favorite color,
and my best friend?