The pain in my brain and eyes, Is nothing compared to the torture of hearing your incessant cries. Nor me having to invent lies to hear your swooning sighs. How depraved I must be to repent this on a keyboard Rather than your holy Father, the lord. But these words are my altar. My safe haven, adored.
I lament this pain through rhyme, so I can move on, and eventually look back, in time. Yet I can’t find it in me to forgive myself for this crime. A crime of the heart, as they would say, Expelling lies so this charade can go on forever more, This incomplete feeling in my soul, slowly reaching my core.
One day, I’ll meet someone who will even the score. The one who gives me my own pain to face. The one who will disrupt this heart eater’s pathetic pace, the one, that I will wait for, the one worth the chase.
Until then, I continue on with the world. Until I experience what karma has created for me, waiting for it to be unfurled.
One Life, one Fate, one Love… That one-time, ravishing, sudden love, peeling the layers of years lived in apathy, finally reaching your soul; Times, when you were anonymous to yourself, walking hollow and weary in penumbra of your life; And
I tire of the feelings of dread That envelop my heart every day. The dread, and the hopelessness, That fuels this necessary evil of life. Analysis, thinking, computation, Makes my brain overheat Like an outdated machine under pressure. But still
The flickering flame in the dream of your eyes, is a glimmer of life in a darkening sky. But little heat remains to warm the weary hearts of those so slowly left bereft and torn apart A chill wind blows