Behind my closed eyes
In the ethereal darkness
I see you lone traveller
In the road winding the valley
of our aborted dreams.
The percussions of mundane emptiness
rising in a low pace
till it finally harness
my thoughts, words, deeds
the colours of life.
Vacuum.
Like red ants
on a butterfly carcass
when they drape me
breeding with every heartbeat
Iam fallen from world material
retreating to the shell
cementing around me every second.
Even though Iam filled to the brim
And loved to the toes.
By him.
