You — lying on this surface,
Which does not exist and lost it's shape,
Absent as we should be,
Spending our ****** eternity,
Your dark hair all over nothingness,
Abyss which consumes and obsesses me,
As I search for an appropriate reason,
To touch and kiss what's left of my second Me,
Emotions through insanity,
They chain me and the future of my dreams remains obscure,
Why waste so much, when nothing's left,
But the whole creation is going nowhere,
Seeing this truth through your eyes closed,
Although never extracted, what you wished most,
This ethereal chain pulling me back,
As everyday's battle against myself,
And I can't tell,
Nor to force my words to gain their form,
Born to bear mistakes, bathe in pain,
Confusion is what I gain,
Got my eyes off of you,
Until I search my cold robe,
For some thing to destroy the last hope,
Wasting of nothing,
Creation of pain in the fake shadows of well-being,
Rather disappear like you now, in front of me,
Though untouchable and cannot set me free,
I stare at this cold skin,
Thought something stirred in me, within,
But the abyss got us both too deep,
Vanity,
It sets us free