Allow me to whisper your name one last time, then silence. I'll walk away, never to come back or disturb your sleep again. My eyes will remain dry- I've got no more tears in store for you.

It's been a while, I can't even recall what you smell like. Though I'd easily bring down the barriers to let you occupy my mind once more, and wouldn't I sacrifice my sanity for a few moments inside that devastatingly familiar madness you created?

Inspiration in flesh and bone, my desire for you a power that knew no limits, wings made of pain and sorrow- we flew, nonetheless. Goodbye, I tell your fading image, what am I without your impregnable presence, who am I without your subtle touch?

Tonight I might truly weep for the demise of all ideals, the sweet destruction brought about by the fallacy of pathos, in the absence of which life is safe, content and forgettable.