Once again you leak through the cracks.
You find your way to the outermost corner
Of the darkest shadows in my soul.
And I am left Impotent, at your will.
Once again the color of my sky is your decision.
Isn’t this some sour form of submission?
Living in a broken heart that isn’t yours to mend.
Blessing every kiss with the sweet taste of regret.
Art from Thomas Saliot