empty jar

I feel so empty 

yet so whole

where have you gone?

afraid to terraform..

this soul.

I wonder,

madam sunder..

and when the lambent flickers

I can't help but feel regret 

because time has shown

ill be reset

over and over

as an

inert apparition for 

thy muse.

[p̷h̵a̷n̸t̶o̶m̷ yearnings;

fealt̶i̴e̴s̵ ̶ of the damned]

ask you naught,

how this mind can impart

for no one is bound alone 

ask you naught, 

how this mind can want

in emaciation of thy throne

what remains forsworn?

my tender paid in light

what throne was ever owed?

when freedom was my surly night

that my senses may be cloyed

every word, an

heir to regret.

thorny needles,

brought to my bed.

set a clock,

to embrace your flame.

a mired firmament,

I cannot feign.

my new order betwixt 

mislaid dreams.

downshifted upon

hell's third circle

I weep in damnation,

pleading for reprieve.

undeserving I bow,

embracing your relief.

your fervent thrall,

praying to thine void.

I ask for thy bidding,

that my senses may be cloyed.