In her void, I find home

As she spirals my mind to a frenzy

In breaths that never have been since

Unheard, felt, or witnessed, 

It was at the edge of her will

She was at the end of her wits 

In a cauldron of love, lust, and longing

She escaped her mortal shell

Often I hear her calling my name

In the stillness of a pitch black night

I dare not call back or acknowledge

For my demons yearn to be released