in an obelisk

my call has weakened

shouting Love in an obelisk

as night falls

the heartbeat heavies

each stomping thump

as the tongue hangs lethargic

and these hands, still empty

why the need for skin

if not touched

if the protection is unwanted,

let the disease in

let it all in

let it fester

a blessing

I beg to be a sinner

I beg to bleed

to get rid of

heart's goodness,

what good is a heart

without the will to live

or love

my call is a whisper

in death's ear

as night falls

(https://themetronomad.deviantart.com/art/The-Obelisk-102085208)