Take me to the black lake
Where every beauty, all seems fake.
Stunning yet vile,
You walk down the aisle.

A query arises from within
How and where did your genus begin?
Take me to the black lake,
Where water burns and rocks shake.

I made a game, while unfair, you'll play
And reap me, ofcourse, but in delay
Oh take me to the black lake
Where death begins, life is at stake.

Here my body shall lay,
In the heart of the windy bay.
Oh take me there,
To the lake of no light,
To the end of entire affair.

I walked into
An old building
Vacant yet
Lived in

I opened
Door after door
Peering into
New air

I realized
I was searching
For what was
To be

There were
No windows
On the doors
For a reason

I could not peer
Into the future
The past
Was futile

There was
No knowing
Left only to patterns
Or engagement

I could stop
Walking
The corridors
Of this wood abode

One more door
To go
What was next
Solitude or sorrows

As I stood alone
I met the room
With nothing to lose
No compass for death

I whisper your name in the wind as it stir;
My pen glides it in a memory I hold dear;
I long for your laugh echoing in my ears;
But my smile faded as your life disappeared.

Every night, after everything that happens during the day,
I want to fall asleep holding your hand on my chest—
sometimes smelling it, sometimes kissing it.

And eventually, at the end of my life,
I want to die this way:
holding your hand on my chest
as you feel my last heartbeat.