Death, Beauty, Silence, Bliss.

A vortex of innumerable memories,
A deep thirst for redemption.
I'll never know how i mistook her for what she claimed to be.
Death.

It tortured my soul, to be around her,
knowing not, what to say,what to believe.
Lies she cared to reveal in time?
Or my conscience dying within?

False beauty charms even death,
as it did to me.
She promised me a life.
She promised to care, promised to lay beside me.

As the winds of change turn the clock anew,
She swept herself away, deceived like a blinded child,
I lay buried, within the realm of her memories.
Silence.

Pestilence, sickness and transiency,
Death, Silence and bliss.
Yes, suicidal thoughts, had crossed my mind.
In the labyrinth of mistaken identities I had forged for myself,
I decided to take abode.
Bliss.

Dried up tears, a few slashes healed,
but the broken ego, and my shattered soul remained.
Remained and it still does, as i try to hide them away.
My face held high, I try to walk,
I try to enunciate her name, for gone though she may be,
In my heart she still remains.