The emptiness inside increases the sense of
isolation that inspires death
I can not escape this need for silence within
my soul
Nothing has the equivalent power than the lure
of a breathless state of being
I fantasize that when I exhale their shall be no
return of air into my lungs and my mind will be
quiet and still
No more anxiety, fear or loneliness
I contemplate what would be worse
Another second without you?
Or to never see you again?
It is this psychological dilemma that keeps me in
a constant state of intolerable suspension
only surrendering quietly into peace when you
are present
I yearn for these passing moments in time when
I am with you that always seem to brief
And then a return to the contemplation
What is easier?
Death or love
