Hungry echo of fear,
Dormant whisper in blood
Chews away at threads,
In the fabric of time.
Gnawing at the soul,
As life seeps from flesh
Convulsions numb love,
Wounded body fading.
Into the night,
Into darkness
As passion grips a mind,
Holding onto a dream.
But as answers disappear,
Hope morphs to disbelief
And pleasurable pain,
Becomes enduring despair.
Image: Edvard Munch, The Day After