I'm piecing together
the message written inside the sepulcher.
I've been falling in love with your
toxic lullabies.
I've pierced the endeavors enough
to call it solitude.
Perceive it better through someone
elses eyes.
Silence, my lover, my thoughts
are becoming everything.
Tepid to terror; I transgress
treachery in my way.
I'm falling in love with your
serpent lullabies;
I'm piecing together the
fragments of what you don't say.
©hobbez
H