But it's so much

easier to ignore

the pain.

Bleed through those

wounds that wear

his name,

just to ease my insane.

My devotion has

turned dry,

it all leaked out;

running from my eyes.

Still, there's more to

my knotted breath,

than all of these

lonely cries.

For far too long

I've been sleepless

and disturbed.

Quicksand like thoughts,

aching and absurd.

I carry our secrets

in my pocket;

my mirror image

more than haunted.

Tonight I'll sacrifice

the demons he left

in my chest.

Once I cut them out,

maybe I can finally rest...

-HMG