Lost Innocence

The sound that never came, became, the lullaby of the night.

I waited, for hours that night. The song was never heard again.

Satiating my obsession, in perfect paroxysm of fear,

I lay crouched, hidden from your sight, only to glance upon death.

You will never return to this place.

I will never see you again.

Morning rise, fathoms the undeniable.

I glance out to the gorge.

In Darkness fading, like the pain in your voice,

As you disappear into the fog.

You will never return to this place.

I will never see you again.

The light that never came, substantiates my hunger,

Contemplating, the meaning of your song, my life.

Diminishing, the innocent provocations that used to haunt,

I lay crouched, hidden from your sight, veiled in a blanket of mist.

The last echo of thy lips, I try to keep hidden forever.

Hidden beneath my skin, hidden beneath the scar you left.

Buried under, my dreams ridden with pain,

But over the hollow void, where hope lives.

Will you ever come back?

Will I ever see you Again?

A ray among the dark mist and drizzle.

A breeze, among the scent of dead roses.

It’s a well twisted fascination.

The fascination of death.