There, Inside Her Mind
This moaning moment that I breathe
Crosses thoughts through this tortured mind
Those shan't fire a similitude to what crossed it before
Very long before
Life of happiness
How burning it is to think that you
Were once my breaths
And you were swept away
Away onto a place where you shall only haunt
But deny I cannot
That your memory sweetly touches this moment of horror
When yet you are tearing this soul that is mine
Into undeviating macabre bleeding bits
Trembles and weeps I am
Abasing my soul each moment, crying for an arm of help
In this shaking horror…! How close is death?
How truly close is it?
Everything is drowning me in shattered thoughts
They are murdering and disintegrating me
I am dying, I am not alive
Now I cannot feel life's touch
It is gone
But I am not dead
Nothing is happening
