Days To Write Prose Poem by Nyx C Styx

My love for death
and the count of every breath
the eyes that mist
with a sorrow persist
fade back to black
hope, this beating heart does lack

this feeling of a misery forever
will cease and become never
when the distance between us, close
and all that's left to write is prose
I will endure, the night without moon
and the Sun that burns the noon
in a sky blinded by the eclipse
I am salved only by your fingertips

No more shall tears imprint these eyes
and to each day again I'll rise
No longer shall I submit to sleep
or depress my heart to caverns deep
I will feel you in the wind that flows
and in my dreamland of sweet repose
I dream forever of you
and I call out through this midnight blue

to tell you ...
In me, is a feeling of a misery forever
and a wish to cease and become never
my love for death
as I count every breath

to beg you...
bring this distance between us, close
I long for the days
where all I can write is prose