Death from a Distance

An attempt at writing whilst detached from emotion.

Hunger fills me,
Deep desire and overpowering urges.
Vision filling with nothing but him,
My world revolves around him alone,
But teeters on the brink of insanity,
For I can not reach him.

He has been hurt by another,
A bleeding wound where his heart should be.
I long to heal his heart,
To fill it with the light it once had,
But I can not reach him.

A cold hardness is creeping in,
Vision is darkening,
My world is slowing
And edging to the abyss,
I need to reach him.

He has found another
A joyous lightness in the place his wound had been.
His heart is healing.
Filled with the golden glow of love
I did not reach him.