Bride of Emptiness

She is born from the twilight zone of tired thoughts, she wears desperation like a sacred garment.Walk slowly through my empty hours, and teach time to take weight.He has cold hands that know how to wait, he caresses fears until they become law.He speaks of peace with a voice of sugar, but sows rot in every hope.She is queen of windowless rooms, she writes my name on the bottom of the day.She is the mother of nothing, bride of the abyss, she feeds on expectations that have never been kept.A shadow that remains when the light flees, a lover who loves, only what he extinguishes.