Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again

Silence speaks softly... I'd like to whisper gently while my hands hold thy heart. 
Even drowned on thy blood, which tastes sweet... Sweet as a brandy wine. I lay my tongue and drink it all. Thirsty for thee.
Maybe that's only a desire. Or maybe I'm going insane. Hell knows I don't care for what another individuals may say.
I'm only playing a riddle I'll never be sure of it trully means.


Thy face is like an broken glass when these empty eyes cry. Crying a river that flows to my soul.
And alas! My life is a poetic tragedy. A life of a fool, living as it wasn't life at all! The greatest thing is living without thinking of what tomorrow can brings. We could wait patiently until path sew, millimeter after millimeter, our destination to nowhere.
Thy riddle is still inside of me. It burns and I couldn't blow thy candle away.
Could never unveil or solve it through my eyes or my skin.
I doubt my senses. I have none to discover thine.


My lunatic thoughts... Once in a blue moon they appear screaming and words help me vomiting all possible visceral agony of waiting.


Th.