Contemplations of a Disturbed Soul

XVII

Your silence is as deep as

The inky, star crusted void

That fills the night

And the decomposing,

Stench pregnant blood

That fills my heart.

But it's so sweet!

And as you breathe out your words,

You breathe in a part of me.

Often, you seem to poison me with your silence.

Sometimes, I see your lips flicker.

As if to pour out your thoughts.

Yet just like a flame in the cold

They extinguish.

And as I see the unbroken line your

Lips form, I pity you;

You don't seem to have a voice.

I start to chastise you with my words-

Then stop.

And I turn away from you-

Turn away from the mirror

In which you form when I

Seek myself.

My reflection.