She haunts my thoughts and roams the empty halls asif she were ghost.She rains her kisses apon me whilst I dream.Dreaming of her kisses being rained down apon me,let your kisses rain in storms. Her book's gather dust and her beloved piano lays as silent as a tomb. Her jewelry box she kept so tightly shut but in my finger's lay the key.
Her perfume and rings,her penits and pins...letters and notes I myself have wrote

'Inside my left breast pocket lay a portrayed of you,each nightfall I find myself pressing my lips against it and prey of home..preying for you''

A thousand kisses greeted me as the ships came in,we buried and immersed ourselves in one another.Spending days on end exploring every unexplored part of her,I inhale and press my face into a White pillow and feel your Knee's,your Hip's,your Hand's,your Neck. You're besides me.

I watched,as you sank asif made of Stone.
I've lost all feeling of the sense of home,this house..Is neither a house of rest and nor is it my home.
Gin and Opium fail to ease the everyday thought of you,every hour,every minute,every second I'm consumed by you, absent is now my faith and will forever be until I am no longer absent from you.

The bath I rest,
pulled under cool water by the current of emptiness,
drowning in hollow.
Sinking w/ You.