Incarcerated in my own prison—
My soul, now is chained with forlorn heart,
Every moment digs past and agonizes present; I smell that fragrance whenever I breathe!
Old letters with lip-marks scream
With faded words, feebly and dolefully; Cold breeze now cuts through my face, Unlike yesterday when we did enjoy!
Silent tears now freeze with my cold blood,
As heart yearns for your body’s heat;
Meadows afar now seem cheerless
As your footprints will never be there…
Mystique aura has morphed into eccentricity,
Illusions and delusions are only solutions, As veracity seems futile — to this existence, And now, cannot leave or live!
Hysterical sensations now besiege my psyche,
And the surge of murkiness lingers beneath My obscured realms, and there is no turning back, I know baby, there is no coming back!
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