Deicide,
The death of an entity
To the tick of a broken clock.
Solitary, in the backdrop,
A medley sounds,
Woven of solitary despair and chaos,
A song without words,
Drenched in emotions.
How am I supposed to keep up
With the pace of this feral world,
When my crutches, my love for you,
Is long gone.
Deicide,
The death of an aspect,
Of a forgotten dream.
Perhaps, this is for the best.
Our fate was merely to brush past each other,
And continue.
You, towards your ascent,
But me, my descent beckons.

I am sinking,
Into an obsidian pool,
Buried somewhere deep in the crevices of my mind.
Or is t something that transcends my identity,
A sliver of an entity that is so refined,
That the pool in my dreams,
Is a pale reflection of what it truly is.
As I sink into the dark waters,
The stars that shine above fade away,
As the darkness claims what should never have been,
The joyous moments we shared deluged.
I watch, impassive.
The pool of oblivion cleanses me of the taint,
That emotion smothers on all those who fall prey to it.
In the backdrop, a desolate aria snakes its way,
A song without words, lust and longing lent expression,
As it plays, I can see you, fade away,
The water purges your traces away from my soul,
And all I may do is watch you go away,
Perhaps, this is for the best.
Mortal men, caged by the demons of their past,
Should not wander to close, to divine beings like you,
Lest, like me, they burn and wither away,
In the fiery embrace of unrequited love.
For tonight however,
The pool shall remake me again.

In a room sheltered by the passing of the seasons,
Trapped within the tempest of my consciousness,
A forbidden unravels between the two of us,
Like a wistful fragrance, losing itself in the winds.

You asked me to draw my reserved strength,
You sparked my dead empathy.
You spoke to my heart and asked it never to bleed and cry.
And then you left me by myself, alone in the face of my worst enemy, myself.

Today, as I sit under a naked full moon,
As its moonbeams pierce my solitary heart,
With the breeze running over my wounds,
My heart yearns to know where you are.

In order to fend those I loved,
I corrupted myself to become the one thing I hated,
The prey became the predator, lifted his sword,
Yet who can I embrace with my sword raised?

With your sweet words,
With the promise of your mischevious smile,
You lowered my arms.
You brought me back, but you left me alone.

I rest my psyche against the darkness that threatens to overcome my soul,
The fires you lit are long gone.
Sometimes, I think you were a cruel joke,
A jape by fate, to harden my glass heart.

Now, my raised sword serves no good,
A man wielding a sword, yet yielding his will to live,
Protects no one, he only kills.
All I want now is to rest in the embrace of cold death.

I do not know what I want anymore,
Perhaps you left me soul dead.
Nevertheless, i wish to forget,
I wish for your traces on my soul to be erased.
In light of sorrow, the moments of joy you left,
Pierce me harsher than barbed arrows.

Tell me.
How do I erase you from my soul?