drowning
in the darkness
silence
rests upon her lips
i long
to lift my leaden head
paralyzed
by thoughts of living
seconds drifting
in and out
from borrowed backgrounds
sitting in the circle
of regret
and rotting earth
thoughts of her
tormenting
pages shorn
to show an ending
spurned
still
her laughter echoes
through the frigid nights
of empty air
poisoned
by the voiceless peril
slithering through
meadows maddened
striking with a force
unfounded
never was her kiss
denied
but shallow whispers
lay awake
to court the
shadow’s song of ruin
through the forest
whence we stumbled forth
to greet the sleepless hour
Max, or Not 