No more butterflies

The distance between us has become more suffocating than black smog impending the seperation that has befallen us. The object of my desire the power for my undying lust of love taken from me like a crying baby ripped from its mothers arms. Surrounded by darkness without my light to guide me leaves little time before I am swallowed by it. Drawn to the darkness because of the desolate pain playing within my heart as a consequence of our once intertwined emotions. To lay down and die? Since love passed me by.Lost with uncertain uncertainty the path before me lays unclear. Drowning within myself the figure of my own hate. The deeper I go the closer I come to mydemise. No longer are there butterflies.