You hooked my chest to drag me away,
And drag more lives away, to forcefully sleep
On beds made of thistles, just to hear us shriek
And maybe surrender to your realm of affliction.

Nonetheless I crawled out, and every night
I reach the brink where the line of woe
Seems to vanish and venture a trip to help me return…
Still, you wrench me back to euthanize my hope.

Let not the endearment be ebbed,
By what dawn bestows among the sultry red.
The night in day’s disguise, failed to appall
Us the beauty etched in once and for all.

He convinced her of an eternity
Which fights to get past the uncertainty
That lies in the passage for both
But promises a universe parallel to save their oaths.

Let not the endearment be ebbed,
By what dawn bestows among the sultry red.
The nights in day’s disguise are failing to appall
For what their hearts held onto before the downfall.

She took him under a wisteria tree that glowed
Beneath the stars that forebode,
A darkness ahead of their ephemeral moment
That lay awaiting for footprints broken.

Let not the endearment be ebbed,
By what dawn bestows among the wintry red.
The night no longer wears a disguise
And now succeeds to tear them both and scandalise.

With the flutter of her wings,
She ventured
A path pristine,
With cloud giants that loomed
Out of serenity,
Out to preach;
A journey that calls to naught.

With the might of his courage,
He swung
A novel rage,
That no longer knew bars,
Made of vengeance,
Made of thorns;
A step towards a plunge unknown.

Here today, I see no wind above the horizon
That once had the will to fleet and stun all lives.

I am on my porch standing with my arms wide open,
To utmost nothingness but a faded sillage.

Urged to the weakness of my will to see a phantom,
That glided through cries and flattered its vanity.

I murmured not long before a beam pierced through,
To unravel a bend within the passage I nearly sunk into.

How an unspoken tale yearns to be heard,
By eyes that flipped through its pages recklessly,

But Oh! Crying out to the unsighted, would they hear
My words abounded with stillness?

Hanging onto unwoven threads of hope, is it true
That I would plummet to an endless descent?

Clenching my fists around an unattested spar,
Will I have my footprints marked again on home?