Nihil #3

It's five-fifty-eight and
I'm, not feelin' great I'm,
feelin' faint I hope you're,
worth the wait I hope you're,
worth the pain but I think
I'm, the one to blame and,
things just ain't the same,
no they ain't the same I'm,
so sick of this game,
sick of this game,
sick of your name
it's all I hear,
let's be crystal-clear I,
don't wanna be here don't,
wanna be here just, wanna
be near your, angel face, your
sunshine eyes, those, depthless
eyes, that, crescent smile, please
stay a while, please, make me smile
like I, see you smile, I, see you smile I
see you there with your, flowing hair and that,
satin dress I'm, such a mess I, must confess I,
love you I, love you I, love you.

Nihil #2

Ophelia the Ice Queen threw a glance to the distant window, morning's light crept across the floor towards the bed. Her lover lay breathless at her side. Her frozen figure drew his heat yet his flame was forever reignited by this perpetual frost; never experiencing the chilling existence outside his love. She Was His World.