Like a broken vase
Never whole again
Like a broken plate
Never usable again

My mind is seeking refuge
It hurts, it makes me suffer
My soul is exhausted
My spirit is about to faint

Overwhelmed by depression
Breathing, yet barely alive
But still denying the fact
That I'm just a weak and empty soul

My heart is throbbing
My wings are broken
My wound is irreparable
But I still want to cherish this moment

I close my eyes in anguish
Knowing that my flame won't spark anymore
As my time reached its terminus
All I hear is the pounding of my fragile heart

sphere in which i fathom the delusive state of empathy
has spoken to me, diverge from my existence, unneeded
the way you perceive pierces my shallow soul
but i still have hopes, i haven't given up yet

erase me from your life, i will still hopelessly love you
neverending stream of sorrowful stages in which you and i
will remain forever together in our dreams and imagination
and don't miss me, i know you are lying to me

i sat alone at the park and watch the gleaming stars exhibit your thin silhouette in which i undoubtfully fell in love with

you are here with me on the risque night
i feel the warmth of a youthful twain
but you are algid, like a broken statue
i see the scars drawn on your arms
don't worry, i got them too

your arms hold as many scars as mine
ah, what a match we'd make!

altogether, we are going to infirmary
we hold each other tight, like a rope
but it takes the courage to tell you
how beautiful you look in the rain
with water-soaked tears, it won't pass

i persuade this is one last time
but i've had too many "last times"

and sometimes, i fear it will be my last
i don't care what they say, i don't care
speak clauses with your fissured eyes
and move mountains with your smile
wake me up and lay with me in bed for hours

but don't tell me you love me
this isn't a love poem

i'll hold my time, i will stay strong
patient, oh what a virtue that is!
hopelessly hopeful i tire and bore myself
to reach unknown roads to your heart
but i get nowhere, it's been forever

i see the truth, your eyes are for him
they won't see mine but i can wait this out
wait for something to spark and fade
put away your blank pages that coat your face
you're so beautiful that it hurts sometimes

i'm taking these trips to the hospital alone
and don't tell me you love me, i don't care
because this was never a love poem
this was never a love letter, it's nothing
but just the reality

ah, you said we had years ahead of us
but you said we'd feel better soon
i wish i had slit your throat
to bleed ceaselessly for me
but you don't feel a ******* thing anymore

The sun is ablaze
Scorching the fine grains
He trudges through the sand
Counting his steps until his last

His skin is peeling
Flaking away to join the burning powder
The trail he leaves is drenched with blood and sweat
Remnants of a bygone civilisation remind him that he will not make it

The wind picks up
He finds himself in a cloud of unknowing
His eyes are blasted by the remains of his ancestors
His feet are crumbling but he does not realise it until he has fallen

His heart pounds
The ruins around him collapse
The one he hopes to find is long gone
He is blinded by the guilt that this land punishes him with

He is suffering
The dust is clogging the wounds created by his lust
He keeps crawling but exhaustion is getting the better of him
He wants to cry but he is too dehydrated to let the tears go to waste

He is fading
This torture brought upon him is making him forget
He does not know why he brought himself to this land lost in time
But none of that matters now, for he will join the ones who came before him

Waiting for the next to make the same fatal mistake

To find the ones who are lost

Only to join them in the sand

Another grain to punish the next

Does one forget to crack a smile
To turn on the light, to light the fire?
In this neverending shade of grey
We remain with chains around our neck

Why do we wander on our own?
To drown in sorrow, madness
Arms were meant to pull us together
But instead they drag us down

What is existing when we writhe
In pain, in grief, in delusion
Does our mind really cloud our heart?
And beyond that cloud, is a ring of gold

Dear Mother Nature,
how did you put our home together?
Did you use the roots as nature's glue?
I wonder if you knew what we would do
with the gifts you had left for us.
Dear Mother Nature,
I wonder how you're feeling
dealing with the constant stealing,
us humans constantly peeling
the layers of our home forever lost.
Dear Mother Nature,
the glue has started to melt,
the consequences starting to be felt.
We have to play with the hand we've been dealt,
no ace up our sleeves
Dear Mother Nature,
We apologise.
I can only surmise the surprise that you had,
our home has been ruined.
No amount of glue can hold it together.