Voices.
They surround me.
I thought I needed them,
but now I want only the voice
that I cannot hear.

He sits there.
Stubborn.
His love withdrawn from me,
a dark cloud, easily transferred
to hate.

It scares me.
ThatI beg for the darkness.
I beg for the pain and the torture of his love.
The confusion of this dark cloud
which floats about me...

...like a funeral shroud.