It’s kind of odd All the same a tad bit sad too Crossing the paths again After an unceremonious and Perhaps acrimonious end to all of it. Eyes, once sparkles at seeing me were As dead as that of a cod-fish Crimson cheeks, Ah That reminded of the setting sun The day we parted ways; Now a pale reminder of a Vampire’s leftover and Painful it was, seeing her like that. Her quivering lips, tried in vain To strike a smile May be not to weep. Yet, before the sighs and puffs Fan up the dormant cinders in me, I walked out Into the still raining night Whistling through the rain on my face “Where were you, When I weathered all these Rains alone?!
Ail, What we did to earth? Before The births, we took the lives, Ceasing the smiles, we ruined the hopes. deny the past, lets demand peace. Erase the scars of our wicked strokes. Find the light hidden inside. Gold dust
Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt