A black hole becomes my soul.
Drowning in the depths of emotions.
Tied in chains to my worries,
Weighing me down, gravity knows me too well.
My heart's worn,
Aged like clothes faded from countless rain.
My dehydrated soul dried in the desert Sun,
Covered in sand, quickly take me away.
Constantly leading the search for a place of relief.
She scorches upon the surface of my mind.
Charred thoughts leave their residue,
Reminding me I'm still alive.
I'm a hostage to her memory,
A guilty prisoner of my own actions.
Consequences of heeding calls of my own passion.
Sanctuary?
Hope where I can reside?
I sought for that refuge,
A pilgrim lost on his journey.
While mushroom clouds soar off in the horizon.
Falling from my grasp, I couldn't maintain,
Fear of lost, this burden too hard to hold.
Solitude a status that relinquishes my Hope,
Yet I miss her, I can't let it end this way.
And the Love won't let me be....
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