emptiness

sitting in the corner of my
dark and empty room
the walls begin to reach
out as the ceiling bends low
gently brushing my tormented
sweaty brow
steadily without
skipping a beat hear i
the most precious sound
the whisk whisk whisk
of my mental push broom
trying hard to forget
that beauty is laying dead
raspy breathing
sticky sweet the
drip drip drip
of my brain dropping out
my eyes do close as i
reach to touch
your full and
succulent lips
a skipping does
occur, the mind
does betray
struggling all
aquiver, hands
reaching through
the fog for the last
chance now past
drops skittering
into the cobwebs
in the corner of my mind.