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,