A breath clouds up the air
as I remember the time of the fairies
and back to when the fire of melting candles
was too bright for my fragile eyes

I always envied her eyes
I wonder if melancholy
chose me as its vessel long ago
this frail body has been hollowing itself out for years,
as the ultimate dwelling to rot in,

the chaos is comforting,
all silence stands for is
my complete obliteration
and the endless illusion
of what we once were.