we were lost, we were
drowning in sounds.
we were sinking in the echo
of our own songs.
lying in the deathbed—
blood blue, tears red;
spiralling into nihility.
lost our bond, our affinity.
replacing chasm with battle scars,
cursing heart out at the shooting stars.
falling apart like pieces of glass.
bleeding to death must be chivalrous.
unique, yet so replaceable—
could've been more inextricable.
echoes of camouflaged chaos;
veins snapping like strings of cellos.
pain and ecstacy mixed in one chord;
agony buried under a frozen fjord.
i dont know how to write off pain—
if i did, i could've smiled again.
i am lost, i am
drowning in sounds.
i am sinking in the echo
of my own songs.
lying in the deathbed—
blood blue, tears red;
spiralling into nihility.
lost my soul, my serenity.
