Of Numbness and Limerence

TW: Self harm, Suicide

There's something about
the ticking of the clocks
in a house so empty
An alerting melody

There's something about
being alone at night
craving a gentle touch
You don't deserve more

There's something about
standing in the wind
the sky is all around you
Blinding you in darkness

Maybe that's what you're looking for
to not hear anymore
to not feel anymore
to not see anymore

Maybe you wish, oh how you wish
it would all go away
you would be numb again
and so you grab the blade

You fantasize, oh how you fantasize
of the blood
and the mark
and the flame

But then you shake your head
You got too lost in your thoughts
You taste the salt in your mouth
You try to look away

You can't
You don't want to

For you have found a little sparkle
yet to be devoured by abyss
the twilight might seem blinding
but you will still look straight ahead

For hope, for faith, for trust, for fear

of losing that little ray of light
the gentle touch and the soft voice
You lay your head, for love you rest.