The Shadows Creep

In the morning, I see you, in the back of my mind,

In the cornea of my eyes, from traces left behind.

Corners of my life filled with shadows that creep till night.

As I stare at the ceiling, willing myself to cry

Thoughts seem to pry, as the clock strikes midnight.

My cheeks remain dry as the blood reaches my eyes

Until it strikes past three and the wolves howl at the sky.

The somber Moon hangs low

The sheep stay afloat

Until the Sun's coming up

And the cuts on my chest stay suffocatingly numb.

Until I succumb to the slumber

Only for my nightmares to plunge

Me at your mirage, as it turns into a twisted visage.

I awake with a whimper, dishevelled,

Fearful, as I reach for my glasses

And with it, in my mind, in the corner of my vision,

I catch a glimpse,

A shadow,

Of your existence,

And I think,

Will I survive yours—its disappearance?