I am at a crescendo of this mercurially
fervent woe, maimed by the visage of
smoke and mirrors;
"a death in chrysalis is to live once again."

Draping into the worn out disheveled
silk, beautifully withered
lulled by the sound of riverbanks
as if it's pacifying the feral.

A star-lit eyes deluged with bliss
rose with thorn-teared flesh
overwhelmed by a mawkish melancholia. Although we were haunted by our old love, it will never be the same.

After years pass
there are
                    fragments
of memory
that scab up

The coagulation
Transmorphs
Into a siren
Luring me

To pick them open
like a lock
Just to call them
                    home
once more

I know you are real.
They try to convince me otherwise
Telling me your presence is only surreal
And I'm "overthinking"

I let them know I can feel you
I'd say you are like a dark cloud hovering around my room.
But vapour is light.
And you,
You feel more like a boulder.
Descending on me and bringing about my doom.

As I sit across from you on my wooden stool.
Tears start crawling out of my eyes
tick, tock this has now become a bawl
a minute passes by and I am drowning in an ocean of woe.

Help me , Help me , I am drowning in a ocean woe
Brought upon me by you.

I am always here
the little girl smiled down
from the oak wardrobe
in his soft silhouette house.
Now pull the covers tighter

i am haunted by a ghost
who calls my name,
who whispers in the wind
and runs in my shadow.
i know her, i know her well.
she was everything i could’ve been,
and everything i lost