Nothing can truly describe the misfortune of a love lost.
As if hell itself unleashed its worst parasite unto my soul,
Draining me of any remaining light.
That brutal ache brings forth an uncommon demon,
Baring its decaying hands of treachery,
It alters sunshine to utter dark,
Thunder & lighting becoming an unlikely comfort.
The tears which sting my eyes in the face of this defeat,
Offers more trouble than relief.
A newfound sorrow,
Kills this soul ever so quietly but with shattering blows.
Laughter ceased,
Life without you seems far from bearable,
And somehow, I’m still breathing.