My soul rots of banalityWhat could you say to keep me from my apathy formy death that stands closer each day? Would youattend my funeral tomorrow? Or would you justleave it as another one of your forgotten days?How many times must i suffer to get this treasurethat the dreadful seem to own but with littlesatisfaction. For years my sternum has now keptmy soul hostage. No one can reach me nor save mefrom my defected mind that perfects it's way throughan agonizing cycle.Each lonely night i lay curling up like the unbornwith the clenching of my teeth while closing my eyesas each unbearable teardrop chills my flesh to ice. So for now I can only just pray for a gateway to asanctuary of dreams where it reveals the symphonyof a silence.
Beautiful perception grantedYour Lips of sweetness and delicacy was the elixarto my soul, crushing the thorns of agony that injectedmy heart with only hurt and desolation. Those spellbindingglances between you and I entwined into an enchantingsymphony that brought a thousand chills down my spine.The caress of your flawless fingertips rendered meforgetful of the times i felt deprived of a comforting mortality.I now feel a rejuvenation that has broken the cycleof my self pity which has grinded my flesh to the verybone.I once found my slumber to be my only escape,but now i find it to be insignificant compared to thisnight, for it is you who has brought me back to life.