Disassemble

A single stray tear streaming down a scarred cheek the quick sting of walking on a brisky, cold March morning the symbolic start of disintegration, end of bold sanity for the month The very definition of the label: loser it all began in this torturous time frame Why was she bothered to be known and loved Sarah...the pain rushes to brain and throat for the audacity of mentioning her name like a fresh, clean, small paper cut; it still inflicts damage Sarah...a beloved serenity now a breathing bedeviled ruination A trick to severe, reject, disassemble her clingy, tainted memories lost like a child in the vast woods The loser, the dreadful fated loser has yet to deteriorate he forever remains the same for the regret the solemn voicing the confirmation to reveal his pathetic name, initials carved into her arm the permanent scar she can't eradicate Simultaneously, she's the memory impossible to obliterate neither are the nights to where an imaginary gun was placed under the chin, to the temple; cocked and ready for the trigger to be pulled The words prescribed for the decrease of sanity, unable to be erased from history they are recorded in forms of affection, dejection The frequent nightmares, the arguments, the fights, the threats the mental breakdown, feeling as if the tissues connecting the heart and mind slowly rip apart and rendered useless, inevitable to outrun Useless...a reoccurring dream, a reminder for being no one, nothing just a Silhouette in a head; a writer with a face and an unknown name Invisibility was always claimed to be shrouded from...(sigh) ...from...Sarah... a bedeviled ruination and traitorous serenity At every turn, open heart surgery was performed with harsh words and crippling actions acting as spears It would've been easier for her to push them recklessly off the cliff at our tryst Their tryst...he still craves to go back, crave its landscape, to jump-off it wouldn't be the same...it wouldn't be the same She was once everything then she was made stolen and declaration was fin' to the situation Happiness has never entered again... Happiness has never entered again... Happiness has never entered again...