Deserted again.
You speak to me through the shadows.
Walking in closed rooms, using cold words.
Captured by the night.
The yearning escapes from my embrace.

Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness.
And they all turned away,
unable to face more of this death.

Credence in my word.
Written in dust, tainted by memories.
I confess my hope, recognize my loneliness.

Your laughter weeps the truth.
Push me into corners.
Confirming the epitaph of my soul
and displaying the once unknown karma.



I can't believe it all had to end up like this. I was just thinking about it, and suddenly it dawned upon me and it all made sense. And it took so long for me to realise that. I'm so dense. I can't stand it. I feel so sorry that it became like this. It was my fault. I probably deserved it anyway. I want to fix it. Yet I can't bring myself to. Can't even bring myself to start with that tiny action.

And now I'm reduce to putting it down in this space where hardly anyone reads. Stuck in a pit with a ladder. I know how to get out, yet it's so hard to.

I just..
Can't.