I fall
into an ocean of cement
as the longing loneliness
begins to eat away
at what's left of my emotion.
In this onyx
existence
I'm an apparition
searching to find
a purpose,
a miniscule
excuse
to keep roaming this realm.
Because truth be told,
Thanatophobia
is on my breath.
And the chills I feel
keep shaking me awake.
Warm breath
is all I long for.
But this cold Janurary sunrise,
has other things in mind.