Words held to my tongue, with emptiness in my head
Deafening silence of truths once left unsaid
Rolling hills of madness; my life held in his hands
Delusion replaying memories of moments never made
Decomposing threats lay over bricks of solace
No kindness in his eye, nor in his unspoken truth
Writing of love loss with open wounds agape
I whisper his name again, as I silently slip away