My heart is now in a shattered disarray of pieces,
Some lost, some disinterested, and some still hopeful,
Not that your vile self would return, dear,
But the lost pieces would come home.
Now I am a glass figurine,
Perfect to eye, and broken underneath,
Your weapon-like words crushed me to dust,
And you still say 'Hello'?
......
I see the life at the edges of your eyes,
I know you bear no ill tidings against me but the rot will spread regardless.
Spilling over like a cacophony of coffins thrown into the pits.
A meager soul devoured, luminous being no more.
A waste, but not a shame...
It's a floor, a rock bottom,
As I hit it, the urge to go up dies,
The mind feels dead inside,
And the heart no longer beats.
No more am I seeking the happier version of me,
No more sunshine, and no more rain,
The darkness has embraced me in it's vile arms,
Gray and black numbing my pain.
......
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
......
My words meant nothing
explained nothing
convinced nobody
scrutinized again and again
with an aching pain in the heart
moist eyes hidden with indifference
wearing layers of faces
only to hide the real
now unable to find the one
and searching for ways to express
......
I see the life at the edges of your eyes,
I know you bear no ill tidings against me but the rot will spread regardless.
Spilling over like a cacophony of coffins thrown into the pits.
A meager soul devoured, luminous being no more.
A waste, but not a shame...
Shadows who swaddle moonlit lovers,
Draws the night air, together at last,
Forever at last.
Arteries pulsate, now numb,
The pale skin, wrapped in night,
In bloom says the clock,
But I never turned the page.
Twist and curdle the milky light,
To creep the streets,
......
The delicious taste of love makes you feel miserable
The joy of love denies the existing reality
The delicious and savoury love adds thirst and the pleasure of tasting worldly flavours
The motivation of love is reaching out to dreams and unravelling hope and material desires
Suffering love draws sorrow meeting
Sad love blocks distance and time
The manipulation of love reflects daydreams and obscures togetherness
The hopelessness of love destroys the relationship and the longevity of a couple
with different desires
......
My words meant nothing
explained nothing
convinced nobody
scrutinized again and again
with an aching pain in the heart
moist eyes hidden with indifference
wearing layers of faces
only to hide the real
now unable to find the one
and searching for ways to express
......
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
......