Implosion

In the land of love

Time is inconsistent

Seven days feels like seven years

And the heart cries lonely tears

For it knows the inevitable, and fears

The permanent absence will make his heart sear 

He's afraid if this continues

Hope of a "forever after" will cease

Causing a rapid decrease

Decreasing mind, malice afore thought

Asking himself, "why? Is it me?"

Of course not. 

But I blame me, guilt embed in my soul

No reason, no option, one goal

To pay the pain toll

The only problem is

The toll is ever increasing

My sins releasing

My demons insisting

Lost in my own mind

My own worst enemy

Waiting for the shadows to come and get me.