For all intended purpose
my life is almost over...
I grow in silence.
I've become that abandoned...
Outcast
When the event comes, my death...
Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...
what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice...
it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past...
I feel you...
in the rustling of the leaves...
Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
Colours dazzle in
the daylight but light dazzles...
I don’t know what made us so special anymore
The way you loved me like no one else could...
Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it...
tell me my dear
the words too heavy to hear...