Deicide,
The death of an entity
To the tick of a broken clock.
Solitary, in the backdrop,
A medley sounds,
Woven of solitary despair and chaos,
A song without words,
Drenched in emotions.
How am I supposed to keep up
With the pace of this feral world,
When my crutches, my love for you,
Is long gone.
Deicide,
The death of an aspect,
Of a forgotten dream.
Perhaps, this is for the best.
Our fate was merely to brush past each other,
And continue.
You, towards your ascent,
But me, my descent beckons.