when i am with you,
i feel
particles of myself
slowly sweep away
until
i am no more
than an empty entity
of existence.
instead,
i am
a melancholic siren;
consternation constanly emerges
from the salty ocean
i baptize myself in
to rid myself
of the blood of agony
on my lips.
sailors enchanted
by the wicked melody
i speak of;
eyes closed shut,
listening closely to
the languages
my mouth formed;
demise imbuing
their eyes
for this sonata
is bewitching yet atrocious.
yet you pay
no heed
to my woes,
even after the
nights transitioned
into light years;
i call for you,
you dare not
look back at me;
for i looked
just like everybody else,
just another
mistaken identity.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
when i am with you,
i feel
particles of myself
slowly sweep away
until
i am no more
than an empty entity
of existence.
instead,
i am
a melancholic siren;
consternation constanly emerges
from the salty ocean
i baptize myself in
to rid myself
of the blood of agony
on my lips.
sailors enchanted
by the wicked melody
i speak of;
eyes closed shut,
listening closely to
the languages
my mouth formed;
demise imbuing
their eyes
for this sonata
is bewitching yet atrocious.
yet you pay
no heed
to my woes,
even after the
nights transitioned
into light years;
i call for you,
you dare not
look back at me;
for i looked
just like everybody else,
just another
mistaken identity.
z, this one’s for you.
