InisVulpes

A single light blinks in the dark room. A hand emerges from the bundle of blankets. He sits up greeted only by the cold and disappointment. Shivering he reaches for the blurry bottle atop his nightstand. A swig to numb his nerves as he slumps against the wall. The empty bottle tumbles into his lap. Drifting in and out glancing at the blinding screen. The noise of keys being pressed muffles the cries of his heart. Placing the headphones back on his ears to drown out the silence. But no matter what song he plays it won't stop the thoughts from choking his brain. She is gone forever, but won't leave him alone.

Lost in darkness, Hidden in shadow looking out through empty eyes. longing, waiting, dreaming, screaming No longer alive, but not quite dead. What am I? A friend in name only, but all you see is a smile. But whom you ask, the echo in your dreams the face you don't see, the whisper on the breeze your reflection in the mirror.

Perfection is more of a concept to be held and admired than to be achieved Your perfection is held in my eyes it is both physical and mental.   Your beauty in words cannot be expressed, for it would only tarnish its value It starts with your eyes looking at the world with innocence and a soft desire to feel its touch. Leading to your smile tempting all who catch its brilliance, but forever I live in desire of its feel Your touch as soft as a new bloomed rose, always ending too soon. Your hair flowing with radiance down your back, like the tropical sea Your body curving and twisting like a mountain road filled with hidden wonders. Each