Words I feel.
The glass is breaking,
The flowers of bloom are wilting
The hopes are faltering
The love was never there;
She is slipping.
The void is black and all consuming
The lights have gone dim, so faint
The rain is pouring , incessantly
The thunder claps louder
She is falling.
The breaths grow shallower
The waters are deeper, drowning
The shackles have grown tighter
The wounds are becoming scars
The nights are longer
She is spralling
The days gone, like a wisp, a memory
Her heart is weary of being.
The noise is growing louder
The loudness of silence stretching longer
The eyes are facades
She is an enigma.
The people mere balloons
The sky is a limit
The seams are splitting
And She is drowning.
The candles are burning out,
The fabric of reality disintegrating
The utopia for the euphoric
The new day is dreaded
So She finds the caress of the dark comforting.
Trust is just merely a word
Words are just winds
Winds are ever fleeting
Every action ,every emotion is mangled;
The primary need of sensation , abused.
All of everything in permanent limbo.
Confusion prevails….time and again.
Trust is misplaced, which forever mars.
Help is a plea…..unheard.
Pathetic is life.
And lo! The lights disappear , and so does she…..