PINING

An indoor life, on my way, 

glimpsing nirvana slipping away, cacophonous mind. 

 Only you as therapy,

 to sword off overthinking 

 and purge the insomnia.

 These eyes long to gaze that rare soul, craving for my sight to mingle with yours, Amarinah. 

 From your kiss, 

 I contract lovesickness;

 Is your desire to see me bleed born out of your love?