~The Veil~

Dark and forbidding your presence surrounds me.
Your words hang over me like a lead veil.
Shadowing my own cravings and madnesses.
Your very touch graces my skin,
as if a ghost drew a last breath.
I can taste the foul hatred on your lips.
Your breath cold and unforgiving.
I circle inside my own insanity,
waiting for a reason why I should stay.
Silence.
Deafening silence.
The veil for the blinded fool.
You know not the rationale for my being.
And I know not why I am still waiting.
I have long ago lost my will to grasp intent.
My only will now is to survive.
At what moment was it ok for me to become lost?
Lost behind the veil that masks self.
Lost in a world that I cannot breathe or move.
Stilled I am by the veil for the blinded fool.
Pedomorphic you stay, holding onto what you dream.
I had a dream once. Of being and enjoying my own fervor.
Hushed by silence itself. Carelessly thrown aside.
I watch you in motion and in stillness.
Stealthily you knit the veil.
Shrouding madness and fear.
I have grown weary and cold.
No longer willing to give in.
I long to break free. Free from the veil.