Opaque Poetry

Special chapter(6): Did I ever matter?

Here on top of this tower I stood,
walked on these thorny paths of loneliness.

I gazed upon the red-moonlit night, as a silhouette of a beauty that's kept
within this slow-beating heart of mine.

Screamed my lungs out, yet no sound came out. Tried to cry an ocean, not a single drop.

Took a leap hoping to end it all, shattered bones, dislocated limbs, thick-red-liquids splattered around and about. This pain, is not even worth mentioning from the pain that she offered.

Just another empty shell, twas left behind.