I'm exhausted....
Is this my reality?
Galactic conversation.
It captures all imagination.
It can end in devastation.
It causes transformation.
The bright side of life.
The darkness of strife.
Religion and reality collide.
Have I lived? When can I die????
There is a golden light.
I wish to hold tight.
She was the sun in times of night.
She needs me less than I need her.
My heart longs of a cure.
Broken and bound.
She is no where to be found.
I can taste her scent on the tip of my tongue.
She is water in my lungs.
She was necessary.
She was legendary.
She was temporary.
She was everything to me for one moment.
I see her in dreams
This slow but steady stream....
Of torture and pain.
These dreams are now memories with nothing to gain.
I perceive love beneath all the lies
I’ll live and let her die.
