He has brought it on.

Time has no toll on this beating heart.
It's but a mirrored image of who we are,
and who we'll someday be.

There's a feeling undefined - it lurks.
Within the mind of the unknown,
so mysterious in too many ways.

His words bring it on along with chills,
etching at the lines on my forehead. . .
And, I'm yearning for more of him.

Smiles line my walls, taunting who I am.
Wishing for more than there possibly is,
and someday will be.

It's but a childlike game, fondling my brain.
Ruining my life with laughs of demons cries,
as blood stained tears roll down my cheeks.

But, his words bring it on, along with chills.
An addictive way he has, with such emotions.
And, I'm still confined to what I had . . .

And, it seems time has a toll on me.
My minds racing faster than my heart,
beating for what he'll say next -

Yearning for his words to come out.
He's addictive like nicotine running
through my time stalled veins,

he's the dreams I dream at night
and,he is ... driving me insane;
for, the feeling I never wanted again -

- - - He has brought it on.