PoiGnant

The shadow midst the crowd, or warm expression of your eyes,
My pulse is racing fast, I need your touch, Ur entice.
I have seen the agony, the pain, the mirth
They all seem meaningless without your worth
Life is tormenting journey, with shades of love,
I have lost all my feeling; I am in search of shove
Not a soul understands my emotions, my purity, and my need
Cuts have become so deep, they have stopped to bleed.
I am craving for ardor, virtue, and completion,
My mind is preoccupied with thoughts and accretion
I am mentally tired and emotionally drained,
Now waiting to be exhaled and explained.