Howling

The cold autumn air
Is nothing compared to the sting of the bitterness of my broken heart
Whose only enticement to beat comes from the aspiration
That in the thick of the night
When the world is asleep
Your eyelids quiver and your body tosses and turns
You are seared with frustration
And the other side of the pillow brings no relief
From the torture of karma and the pain that you caused
Drowning in the tears you take no responsibility for
And that you await with baited breath
For the death of your dreams to be swift
For lo, my delusional darling
Your reprieve is met with unceasing denial
Don't fear the bite of the beast that you unleashed