
By Aims •
Desperate.
fleeting thoughts of regret
flood my mind,
drowning any sense of logic or pride
Despair.
lost in the translation of your pain
embarked on the mission to your heart,
with the knife i took from my back
Presence.
sickened by the thought of your touch
but seeking the thought of you
Love.
neverending torture
i long for you,
but You are nothing more than
Desperate.