Lymphae's Touch

I feel the Lymphae’s touch
Tonight more than ever.
Shewing in my mind
A new form of madness.

Photographs surround me,
Still shots of your new life.
Four years of seperation,
Four faces, eyes boring into my soul.

Four smiles for me,
Each one a remonstration.
I see my own actions,
Reflected in the pain seen there.

So madness again
Is the order of the day.
In both our lives,
The Lymphae rule.