the sun sets in your eyes
the moon rises in mine,
awake, not alive, breathing yet asleep
i sleep and each day i die.
slowly, a minute a time
life oozes out,
a drop a time.
the tv on mute is a nightlight
connected to you,
like a virtual fighter
you press my buttons, you are responsible for my rage, for my victories.
a pillow for a lover
i seek refuge in space,
from my past
from my sins.
life ends when the sins of your heart
catch up with the inadequacies of your mind.