And make every familiar memoir vanish
From my complex mind
Worthiness that is vaguely portrayed
Let the tears fire
Make solitude a home
Music flips and flops with sadness
Dancing dandelions in the midst of every raindrop
Misty paradise withdrawn with hope
Diaphanous veil of broken reality
Indulging the magic of such dramatic irony
He carried my heart with him
A rumination of a gloomy lullaby
Sitting mutely in the bench of melancholy
In agony, I danced with the blue moon
With a tongue-sword that lies
Murmured the scars of black romance...
Love can be so passionate...
And pain can be so deadly...