My heart reduces light.
My skin just oozes pain.
My fingers tend to fight,
To clutch you - but in vain.
My brain condenses dreams.
My soul begins to wail.
I swallow the screams
Inside my horrid jail.
Dissembled is my soul,
Disintegrating pain.
You will not patch this hole...
I love you still the same...
21/10/2015