Louise...

Tapping into the darkness,
The empty hole of illusion,
Crushing my fingers for dipping into its black hole...
Masking my fear as I retrieve the empty bits of my soul.

I miss you.
You’re gone
I can’t hold on
Too far gone…

But my love is beckoning
My heart is breaking
And time is no friend
As it kindly reminds me of the end…

So we move on…
We try and forget.
We tap ourselves dry to not get wet…
And give in to the temptations of an everlasting moan.

Nightmare come to me and be my friend,
Relieve me from hope and be with me till the end.
Cover my eyes and kiss on my pain,
Enjoy it. There’s more than enough for everybody to go around.

She is beautiful,
She is pure.
I feel her skin, I touch her lips..
I taste the love and I have emptied my cup.

Reality laughs in my face
And it echoes against the empty space of our lives..
It laughs. It tears. It brings me down to my knees..
I find it soothing. I find it harsh. I find it delivered on the tip of a knife.

My baby. My baby. Louise. My baby... Louise… Louise… Louise…
Screaming your name. Rolling it in my mouth.
It is hollow. You are gone. And you won’t come back.
I know this. The past has eluded the present for my fate…

So we move on.
We scrape our knees and we press onto the heat with our palms
We indent our love into the moldings of a memory...
We seek it in the ruins of women; we find it in an empty smile...

Think of me as I make love to your memory...
Remember me as I take off your clothes and caress your skin,
Feel me, as I taste your body and embrace it’s need,
Sooth me as I reach for your heart and hold onto it’s cry,
Come to me as I give my all to you and promise my love to you…

But wait… it’s only me…