I've heard sounds and once before they used to comfort me. But then they began calling, sending whispers in darkness ...for I know now to never listen to the caves where demons chide...laughing at what is not funny, dancing in the silence, and their hands holding all that I wish away... For this island is cold, but in its waters are where I stay.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
شِعرPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
