In Corners Made of Space

I am an instant of time,
Making an absence of space.
The void that is mine
I run from with haste.

I am a glass of alcohol
In the realm of dead and peace.
The proof is for protocol;
The intoxication comes with ease.

I am the blood in veins
Of the body of life.
I run through the passing days,
Until taken by murderous strife.

I am the lover of all loves
On this Valentine’s Day.
I scream sorrow at the sun
That takes my shadow away.