there is a rose without a thorn

she does not return my call
is she dead?
i wonder myself.
if so, then everything will lose its meaning
i have nothing to go at to
no one shall witness my head
as it slowly dictates my every bodily movements

millions slowly burn their songs
into my ears
i think i’m in love
they stood next to us
calling upon him as he carves
the most generous smile
he too is in love

but yet i don’t feel anything
dreamlike, everything
midnight no longer woos me
what am i to be?