Dripping

My thoughts bleed out my eyes and ears, feeding angry ants who carry my happiness in molecular droplets back to their Queen. I lay here for hours on end, you lifeless in my arms, asleep. I shudder but my tears on your cheek make no difference to you. You are over me, and I am lost to the world.

My emotional decay running free like wilderbeast, I needed you, and you were there. Weeping into your chest, secure and safe from the rest of this war-torn world. Protected by your cold embrace.

You whisper sweet words to make me think that I'm not insane, that there is still hope. The light at the end of my tunnel will soon fade. This is all too good to be true.
You'll turn your back on me soon. And then nobody will hear me scream.

Not even me.