6:42

its just an unending loop, isn't it?

there was a time when i 

embraced the late hours of darkness.

but a minute can come and pass

quickly turning into a year 

and

your breath always ends up

violating my ears 

with a spell of sadness that

turns that moment sour.

the moments i enjoyed have been 

tumbled and broken

but in them I find you,

a swirling mist

that hisses

and 

grins at me.

then through me

this fabrication of your voice echoes

through my nerves 

and

into my muscles

breaking them apart 

and 

finding a home

amongst the tears leaving an 

even stronger masked

falsity.

something that may look 

as though its gaining

strength with the words that

wretched voice purrs

is nothing more than weakness 

staining my body

and

desecrating my mind with 

thoughts of the past 

during these dark moments in the 

night