Lost. What is this feeling?
Is it when I am here
but I am really not?
Is it when I breathe
but only simply to stay alive?
Emptiness is more dreadful than being lost.
I am awoken by my own thoughts,
only to realize that I am lost all over again.
Isn't it sad, to have lost someone?
Isn't it cruel to have someone lose you?
I call it murder.
I call it slaughter.
I call it madness
beyond a reasonable doubt.
What is it that he desires?
What does his heart speak?
Every beat it makes
every rhythm, every whisper?
Prolonging the agony.
Be not ignorant of my pleas
every word I uttered
every ache, every whimper.
For he and I are only fleeting.
He slips away every time.
He slips away only to come back
and haunt me.
The music that he plays
I cannot resist
to dance in the waves of subsequent torture.
It is beguiling for sure.
It is enticing, a faultless lure.
Let this be my last wish,
that he will reconcile with his shadow
and sew them back to me.
Is he blind or deaf?
Neither.
But the faintheartedness impedes
what his eyes should see
and what his heart can want.
Let there be distance.
So he may be able to stretch out his arms
and unfold me into the darkness.
Let there be silence.
So he may find nothingness in the light.
Let there be love.
For when I am lost
I cannot hold on to the emptiness.
Let me be found.
♥-EndlezzlyOriginals-♥
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