There's a hole that we know and we want filled,
A dream that settles in the void like mist.
Somehow a cloudy rheum that distorts kissed
The comfort of a conquest we could build,
Lifetime endeavors of a heart unstilled
At the thought nothing it wants may exist
Behind that fog; there's only a clenched fist
And a flood of emotions overspilled.

Come twilight rainfall washes through the void.
Every idea is reduced into light,
Sound, senses, perceptions and paranoid 
Formulations for the brain to ignite
And cloud over again what we should see:
Not that it is there, but that it could be.