I am sinking,
Into an obsidian pool,
Buried somewhere deep in the crevices of my mind.
Or is t something that transcends my identity,
A sliver of an entity that is so refined,
That the pool in my dreams,
Is a pale reflection of what it truly is.
As I sink into the dark waters,
The stars that shine above fade away,
As the darkness claims what should never have been,
The joyous moments we shared deluged.
I watch, impassive.
The pool of oblivion cleanses me of the taint,
That emotion smothers on all those who fall prey to it.
In the backdrop, a desolate aria snakes its way,
A song without words, lust and longing lent expression,
As it plays, I can see you, fade away,
The water purges your traces away from my soul,
And all I may do is watch you go away,
Perhaps, this is for the best.
Mortal men, caged by the demons of their past,
Should not wander to close, to divine beings like you,
Lest, like me, they burn and wither away,
In the fiery embrace of unrequited love.
For tonight however,
The pool shall remake me again.