I'll say that relations are meant to be broken....Oops..Sorry....That goes for the law.........so...i was saying relationships seldom survive the full circle....and somewhere in the clock hand's path, after the crack has developed, it becomes all so obvious.....Then, everyone loves to speak ill and low of the counterapart......However, sometimes a certain discomfort (whether positive or negative, I still am unaware of that.....Maybe it depends on one's guilt-meter) develops....So lets see.....!
Sprawled amidst the comfort of my closure, I wake.
Virgin beginning to the life of which nothing's left or to take.
A morn "good" we started with which we commenced, a night devastating with we parted.
A blame sprung neither upon you, nor upon me, for it was us who'd upon it started.
The glory of departure yours, a tale of disgrace mine.
The petals of roses mine, the thorn laden foliage thine.
A waking blink, crumbled am I, with past day's end.
Through, the glistening ruby, the moonlight with my blood blends.
Might it be a figment, an illusion framed by mine mind.
To seek what heart desires above rest, answers to your charades, I fail to find.
Go about the day, wish of an unfulfilled lightning on me struck.
With every slow closure, a pose of you lies stuck.
By the crossroads , wait every eve, for your very breath.
A wind to my rains, a last caress to my waiting death.
Life ends with every day called, vanishes as the night falls.
Rubescent eyes, dark thoughts, shimmering masquerade of shadows appear to my calls.
Association of affection gone, now I know you a nemesis sans cause.
Retribution, thine game, a bold etalage of orgy thereafter sans a pause.
A knife, blood-stained crystal of Fate, gracing my fingers, need there be for a kill.
On the verge, I topple, almost pierces through, "Ah! What a thrill..!"
I hear thine sardonic laughs like a child.
Coldness embraced shrieks, instead of choking all riled.
On your palm, an endless wonder of lines that speak truth without sound.
In your eyes, await rusted tireless hunger looking for another prey to ground.
Dear!I hold you no more, so, have a little more of not enough.
More of what is less, isn't love no more, but of the same you're dreaming of.
Why do you kill me so, instead of staring at shortcomings.
A false faith in you I bank,knowing you'll learn to make the best of things.
Don't you remember, the day of rain, when on my shoulder you'd cried.
Wetted devastation befell, when the tears washed away thine stains of false pride.
In remembrance of thine ire, love became insatiate.
A favor for you, though misplaced justice for me, late.
But swear I, lost am I not and nor my soul.
Still at heights, wonderment of how beautiful it'd to be fall.
The graffitied altar seems like the only home.
No place of rest, no hopeful glow under your darkened dome.
Ne'er you realize that you're the one not letting the bond grow.
Without sanity or a reason, every dusk you kill me so.
Not poison or blades inferior, but with the slightest of utterance.
You kill me inch by inch, won't you be over with a wicked lance?
Amongst the schemes, all the tricks we try to play.
Only dreams will defy and hold their sway.
A bank of murky water, I behold and frown.
Not to swim through to you, but with you to drown.
This dawn a failure in you belies, for I've escaped thine frail grasp, will I not to die.
A breath by breath, drop by a drop, you e'er kill me so but you ne'er tell why..........
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