The tales of a broken lover
I can feel it I can hear it
I can dream it I can see it
day and night, week and week
I drown in this bloody sea
I die in this ocean of tears
I swim in the dead of sorrow
the synchronising melody of death
is like an anthem to my brain,
the loud shatter of a heart
is as a rhythm to my soul,
the screeching scream
is like to me the gush of the wind.
what monster have I become?
I can feel it I can see it,
even in broad daylight.
I can dream it I can hear it,
even in the dead of night.
racing and chasing,
killing and mutating
the train of thoughts
is that one that created the living monster.
I am as a lost soul, wandering
as a traveller, seeking
as a predator,thirsty
all because of a phenomena...
love.
Copyright © Cheryll Buys | Year Posted 2024
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