Days take ages to embrace death
Nights just mock at my faith,
The breath needs a breath
Like a body under rubble
Something is stuck somewhere
Sometime then, I find my succour,
My fingers entangled in yours,
This feeling, twas dangerously candour,
My eyes rest upon your memories,
Wreathes of which make my soul freeze
I writhe. I cling.
Someone is stuck somewhere.