Cold Pillows
Pillows only snuggle comfortably so long because unlike you they don't have warmth and a heartbeat,
or those soft melodic sounds which calm me down when ever you speak.
Without you here, hearing your voice these days is this once-in-a-while I-need-to-survive special treat,
without it when I need you most, means more salt stains my eyes will leak.
Some nights I feel I have reached my all time highest peak,
this cliff has drained me empty and I can barely sleep.
I stay awake and wonder if this too ever makes you weep.
For me, I feel myself growing sideways yet shrinking underneath.
Each hour that passes me, my ability to survive will grow weak,
Yet I'm still standing even though inside I'm completely beat.
The world is the ultimate predator and I am the prey: the meat.
It's devouring my soul and taken everything I safe keep,
So I wander and wander, lost: inside, outside and beneath.
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