Misfortune Teller

I scratch a hole in the fabric of time, your face is just a memory to me. I think and dream about tomorrow the daybreak seems so far from me. Battle self doubt and self induced fears wishing I could kiss and hold you near. Somehow you make this all worthwhile your touch alone can make sugar gunpowder. Bite my tongue so no lies slide forth hold my hand as we walk due north. I bleed freely but those can't see the inner demons and thought trickery. I just want to hold you again ... my quintessential other, the symbol of everything I hide in my darkness.