In my state of elated sorrow
I wonder why I cease to feel.
A collision of intensities,
All so vivid all so real.
Shadows, illusions and silhouettes,
I miss the days when things were clear.
Drowning in oxymoronic emotions,
A chronic painful joyful fear.
Fading away, losing touch.
Dying to enjoy my farewell meal.
Talking to my vibrant echoes,
They’re the only ones that seem to hear.
Reaching out with fingertips
Failing to bring the farthest near.
A silent scream explodes from me,
Caressing my final drying tear.
Promised love and security,
What was it that broke the deal?
The Devil gloats as he succeeds
My fragile dying hope to steal.
I moan in destructive irony,
With bitterness I can’t conceal.
Trying to regain what was lost,
To love again what once was dear.