TheSerpentsFeather

Silent whispers breathe desire Come to me, feed me fill me I open my veins to you, but All you drink is dust. Pool of ice, I gaze down into Reflected castles and faces Anxious, hungry, sad, and Beyond remote. I inhale the wind Filling the aching emptiness With the same nothing that Has born all of us. I turn away, dismissing The final illusion that awaits To swallow the last dregs Of my sad desire.

"I'm sorry" he said. "It has to be this way." She turned away, looking out the window. "I guess. I don't know. Does it?" He sighs heavily, sitting down and staring at the floor. "I've tried everything else. I've done all I can, I think, that might have worked. I'm getting desperate and I don't know how much longer I can handle the pain." Her eyes turn to him, a dark and troubled figure. She sees something broken inside him, and tries not to cry. "Maybe you're right", she says. "Maybe there's no point in trying anything less.. radical. You'd know." He stands up and walks to the window, gazing out into the night, then glancing up to watch