Thief of days.

So i see now i have lost you in the bleak wilderness. Will you not stop your egoistical ascension to the almighty ruler and just remain in my grasp?

Now that i have your attention, i can see to it that my words of enamour will reach your ears unhindered by outside influences. I only crave an audience to thy blindness, your highness. Refrain from slouching on your throne too long my love, for the aching in your neck is not from the prolonged dis-position, but the absence of my caress to divert your chaotic war in your chest.

Has it been so long? So long that you fail to question my ineptitude?

Even when i forcefully wrote a script to feign this state of mind. I know. I am supposed to shower you with words that bring meaning to the words ardent passion. I know. I will admit, my love, i am crumbling away and you still fail to see. I cannot willfully fool myself to accept shackles that gives birth to nothing. I have forgotten already, how i am passionate over your smell, and at peace with your caress. My memory falters now that i have lost you in this blizzard you have called forth.

All i know is at an end. All you know, is to depend.