Is it a shame to have not known your kiss
Or has its absence instilled upon me
The benefits of a fruitless endeavor?
Has the incessant throb of my chest
Opened a cavity within
That now nothing can fill?
Why must every spark of skin
The merest inflection of timbre
Cause me to crumble yet reach out?
How does your passing gaze
Fill me with such loathsome desire
That I question and fear my own mind?
From where did this torture spawn
And why is it taking me down
To a depth which houses only shadows?
These specters of rage and terror
Are beyond their humanity
Yet all of them have your eyes.