grey stones litter the ground of this desolate forest,
this hollow wind that blows through bare trees echo
your name
that of life i missed dearly, very much i do
and the horrors it witnessed, praying never to happen
again
that, i do not miss.
this dark, damp forest mud faintly smells of you,
faintly, fearfully the traces of tears and blood mingled
together.
of this graveyard was an experiment ground;
of chemistry and chemical warfare,
and a lover's playground, a breakup tune.
do you hear the carousel's tinkling music
from afar?
i will search for the faintly, floating sadness
for a way i can forget you.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
grey stones litter the ground of this desolate forest,
this hollow wind that blows through bare trees echo
your name
that of life i missed dearly, very much i do
and the horrors it witnessed, praying never to happen
again
that, i do not miss.
this dark, damp forest mud faintly smells of you,
faintly, fearfully the traces of tears and blood mingled
together.
of this graveyard was an experiment ground;
of chemistry and chemical warfare,
and a lover's playground, a breakup tune.
do you hear the carousel's tinkling music
from afar?
i will search for the faintly, floating sadness
for a way i can forget you.