Each and every day I find myself fleeing away.
I tried to ease the pain,
By hiding behind your memories.
And you remain inside the crack of my burned skin,
But these whispers keep eating me alive,
Why did she go?
The Ointment to my soul.
Your memories are shackles,
Tightening against my throat.
So come and free me from this suffering,
Or twist my neck,
Just the way you twisted our story.
Should I disappear?
Just the way you did,
I promise I'll be waiting,
Like a ghost in the breeze.
In my dream, we used to collide,
It was my happy ending.
But now you are drifting away,
Even inside my dream.
One final twist to release the rage,
Let silence flood and end this page
Drown me in the silence with no hope of you.
And bury me...
Should I let you flow from my wrist?
I built a world just for the two of us,
But you removed my existence from it.
Now without your embrace, the world feels cold,
As if this cold preserves my soulless flesh.
Continue in part II...
