Meandering the darkness,
comatose to the truth,
this is the apex of loss,
entombed in a memory of you,
Corrosive lament,
capturing my attention,
the outcast of fools,
the height of discention,
is this what I searched for,
the truth in the absence,
the apparition of joy,
the cold touch of your presence,
This miasma of perplexion,
the labrynth of control,
without the abuse of your gaze,
I can never be whole....
