Fading into blackness, tactless empathy spurring a greater misery.
No form of wizardry could dilute this ruthless gloom.
I don’t dispute the mood I’m in,
Devoid of sin yet annoyed within,
Exquisite tenderness cannot compare to this;
How much I miss your boundlessness;
A slight light, a gleam streaming through the seams,
Not extreme by any means.
As a limber glimmer shimmering in winter,
Consumed by the looming moon soon ceases to bloom.
In this moment of weakness you’ll find yourself,