Vinctus

 

My memories are clouded

and my mind not sound

My heart seeks nothing

but the shadows

I need to cower from

 Rapture hangs in the air

like the smell of rain

before the downpour

Both calming and

unnerving

 

There are no rules

I am on edge

Teetering between

oblivion and certitude

knowing I cannot exist

 

Not without your idiosyncrasies

and your contradictions for

You are my peace and my chaos

my spirit forever bound

I am your willing prisoner