Light is vanishing. Quickly,
the sun becomes a memory.
Unrelenting feelings dominate
this room. White, gray, dreary
walls boast desperation.
Crack, crick, creak; wooden floors
echo melancholy, faded songs.

Air grows thin, breath
shallow. A decaying heart
beats, faintly, beneath the breast.
A pale complexion is stretched
taut over a somber face.
Stone eyes rest in hollow
sockets. Sullen, sunken in—ice cold.

Dry, cracked, desert land
rests upon lonely lips. Attenuated
desire hides beneath the bed.
Taunting emotions jerk at fraying heartstrings.
Isolated—a solitary star,
abandoned by its constellation.
Like a black hole, the darkness grows.