I feel like a slave brought before the king;
An animal being dragged to the abattoir;
A criminal condemned to the executioner.
Every moment you are away
A part of me drifts with it.
Slowly i am reduced to ruins,
Like an empire aged with time.
The phantom touches i've never felt haunt me,
The hurt i gave you
Where you gave me love in return.
My scars itch to be turned to wounds again
Because of an overflowing sadness.
A desperation to return to a fantasy
Of a life yet to be lived.
And as i await your reply,
To feel your warmth from a world away,
In my dread
I am reminded:
You are my Sin, and I am your Reckoning.
