Death's Claim

His inaccessibility drives my wanting deeper
Just one night, I imagine, and I can rest
Three years after falling and I am still seeking
Knowing that the fire would burn me alive

I listen to songs about jealousy
And torture myself with his fantasies
Absent of me

To drink his soul before It claims me
And taste his skin with oceans raging
The thought of the Dark reminds
I’m viewing maya from behind barred windows

He sees bars too
And it’s time to allow him this
Absent of me.