Dead Space

We’re the desolation,
Voids of human emotion.



Lost in tumultuous atmospheres;
Lightning striking the kite of desire.



Lost in lover’s dreams,
Distance breeds the unrequited.



Voices bouncing off voices,
receivers mix the melancholy.



Choked vocal chords rasp woe,
Lobes pick up dissonant dissension.



Treaty’s ink parches on the Hancock;
Refilled at misery’s prospect.



Emotion’s sea froths wildly,
Capsized heart drowns valiantly.



Warm remnant of presence necrotizes;
Cold’s an unnatural bedfellow.



If only time rewound on our accord;
Plant crop for a more fruitful harvest.



Ink kisses canvas in dying embrace;
Portrait dries numb finality.



Dead space is all that remains,
Filled with words that couldn’t be said.