Death Rattle

I can feel you seeping out of my pours.
I pick at you like bugs, trying to crawl out of me; paranoid of your presence.
I long to touch your ghostly face, kiss your brow-- feel your embrace.
The stars, like punch-holes, piercing the veil over my eyes, giving me my last glimpse of you.

My fingers twitch, eager to hear your voice, too impatient to sit still.
I close my eyes and feign your flesh as I embrace myself, each night, without you.
Do you think of me, my love? Do you wish I was there to fill the void, while you're dreaming?

"Ich liebe dich, Mein Engel."
Say it again. I crave your absent sound.