Cold walls wet with dew,

A long darkness that stretches out–

Hesitant to take a step,

Mired in uncertainty and fear. 
The shadow of gloom,

Hanging heavy like a rain cloud,

Sinking in like a fanged wind–

Tearing down the center of warmth,

Pushing in until the fire is out. 
The emptiness aches,

Disappearing into the deep nothing–

Throttling passion,

A vase of roses hits the floor and shatters–

Only fragments remain if what had been. 
Another promise unfulfilled, 

Winding deep into the black,

Where no light can touch.