There, Inside Her Mind

This moaning moment that I breathe

Crosses thoughts through this tortured mind

Those shan't fire a similitude to what crossed it before

Very long before

Life of happiness

How burning it is to think that you

Were once my breaths

And you were swept away

Away onto a place where you shall only haunt

But deny I cannot

That your memory sweetly touches this moment of horror

When yet you are tearing this soul that is mine

Into undeviating macabre bleeding bits

Trembles and weeps I am

Abasing my soul each moment, crying for an arm of help

In this shaking horror…! How close is death?

How truly close is it?

Everything is drowning me in shattered thoughts

They are murdering and disintegrating me

I am dying, I am not alive

Now I cannot feel life's touch

It is gone

But I am not dead

Nothing is happening