I’ve grown cold inside
Like the chill of dusk’s new vapour
The heartbreak stole my spark
My pinions burnt and beaten
Glowing bones in ruin
Yet you wondered why I have no trust

I’m broken up about my thoughts never being spoken  

I hold onto those words, my eyes have barely opened

My thoughts are consumed of memorizes we use to share

But now I must strip them off, I’m bare

In the shower I let the scalding water, drop by drop run down my skin

Afraid that I made a mistake by letting you back in

I have bruises, tenderness surrounding my heart

I’m having cold feet, I should have known from the start

That you would create this electric shock passing through my veins

I feel as if we will never really be the same

I scrub off the smell of your cologne from my pours

Just the feeling of your plump lips leaves me sore

I try to wash off the feeling of your finger tips from my scalp with shampoo

But this routine will inevitably bring me back to you

Because I love your touch, your lips, your smell

But that’s a secret I’ll keep from you, will never tell

I’ll count the days until I’m back under your blue satin sheets

But for now I’m left with the mental pictures I keep

Our world is one surrounded by comforting illusion, that one may choose to live by.
We waste our days and nights away with our brains an uncharted mystery.
How one can ignore the death and pain and global ongoing crisis means their mind truly is shrouded in fog. At some point we all shall care weather it be near death or from the start, but what we all share at the end of our illusions is the darkness in our hearts