What's Missing...

"....it doesn't always have to be this way..."

Little voice inside my head
sings a song low key 
off beat far left of anywhere
slipping from addiction 
to obsession
no matter what rolls 
in or out with the tide
early morning light
shines ever so brightly
and the truth remains 
silent lovers tiptoe 
past an open shade 
never throwing shadows 
on black granite of your grave
tranquil vibrations of an open vein 
desire can dismantle 
better judgement 
left for another day
defenses up 
when times get twisted 
and decision can't be made...

I continue to question, what's missing...?