What If I Told You

What if I told you, 

Not seeing you breaks me,

Not seeing you, my soul flee.

To a place obscure than the obscureness of light.

To a place strait than tiny channels of moonlight.

Save for the fact, it somehow comes back with hope,

What if I told you.

What if I told you,

Not envisioning your image in my imagination,

Not hallucinating your body upon my body,

Breaks me; my soul flee.

Save for the fact, I somehow subsist.

What if I told you.

What if I told you,

Death is on my doorstep the moment you leave me,

Hugging him is his son Suicide.

Babbling about my breaking and soul absconding.

Save for the fact, he babbles.

What if I told you.

What if you tell me,

You have the mason and hunter skills,

To build my broken pieces, with your moil and grind,

To hunt my fleeing soul, with your bloody hands,

Save for the fact, you bind me as your slave.

What if we tell each other,

Wewanteachother!