A Poet's Oath Is Not To Be Taken Lightly

The clock ticks by but there's no time left.

Floating in this void of emotion,
of happiness,
of anything that may fill up souls and hearts,
I keep breathing, although my lungs are already filled with so many unshed tears I don't think I'll live for very long.

You said once, my darling, that I was a merciless poet,
that I played with feelings that were not mine not yours and that I enjoyed doing so.
If it makes you feel better,
I'll admit it,
I'm guilty,
condemn with your love,
make me fall on my knees and beg, I'm yours,
I'll swear it by the stars that twinkle in your eyes!
I'll swear it by the footprints you leave on the snow that I've never been gifted with!
I'll swear it by my poisonous pen!

(I would hold this last oath true, for my pen is my heart,
never to be broken,
never to be still,
never to be joked with)

And at least, enjoy my words, o my Muse without face,
my Muse without smile,
that I swear by my life and my pain they'll be forever and truly...
                                                                                                                        ...yours.