Lacking self

Dying has a different meaning

when you're choking

withing traces of your soul

Dying becomes desirable 

when hope

has left your heart

Do not reach for me

I'm without my mind

Do not call on me

I'm lacking myself

just...lately

a step away now

from understanding lies

beyond my imagination

and just as the road keeps getting

wider, dangerous, lustful

a laughing phantom stalking me

I find that I don't need you

but still I want your hours

of enlightening pain

there's no poetry now 

that can save me

words turn bittersweet 

in your lips

hands, just too far away to feel warm

still have a fierce grip on my mind

I love you, I desire you

again I call for you

just ... lately