untitled by M. David Mitcham

The white knight of loneliness
entrenches my spirit
and smothers my soul into the dark cave of comfort

Blackening my ambition
and cracking the foundation of my echoes
while in the same second pampering
my mind and molding my dreams into
pointed hopes with sharp edges

My grasp slicing when reaching
with the pale hand of reality
causing the blood of my wish to be sacrificed
unto the altar of numbness
and covering my heart for eternity