I want to talk to you.
Its a desire that perhaps my heart shall long forever.
I want to sit beside you and talk to you, about anything, whatever it may be.
May it be the most hurtful things or things that don’t interest me, it shall not matter.
I want to make conversation to you since I can’t make love.
I just want to listen to your voice, see your lips move, look at you exist.
Imagining you to be around me, talking to me is enough to tame me.
To rescue me from the depths of my madness.
My wild demeanor shall wear off the moment you pat my head with love and compassion.
I have no respect or love for myself, because of all the things I have lost in life, I have lost you too.
I don’t know how or why.
Loss cannot be explained but just repented.
I try to understand you but you sound just as hollow as I used to sound once.
You are like an echo of my past now.
May it be an echo, but still talk to me.
I am exhausted and hopeless.
Come redeem me, talk to me if you may.
I will wait inside a cacoon made of evil thoughts and hatered.
Only you may come and retrieve my goodness.
I have lived a meaningless life without virtue.
I feel as if everything shall just be fine, if only i may talk to you.
I hate language, I always have.
But, what can I do but talk?
What can I do but hope for words of reassurance.
In some world I shall exist again;
A world without language and with hope.
Until then I shall burn this world down with my painful wails of desperation.
