Me, Myself, and My Soul

As happy melodies hum, Underneath, the sounds of sadness come, Provoking all the sorrow and fear, That all hearts are forced to hear, Looking at the glowing mirror, Seeing the reflection of “Myself” Shadow less, I stand, Contemplating the solid glass, imagining “Me” Hearing the terrified breaths of “Myself” While inside, I am touching the joyful “Me” That an eye no longer can see, No sympathizing, no sympathy, Through “Myself” I could feel my lonely soul, Desolated from the incomprehensible world, Surrounded by rhythms created by void, That I hear “Myself” continuously sing, My soul sees through “Me,” Unleashing the pain, making freedom surround, But “Myself” comes and interrupts, My freedom and my soul begin to corrupt, “Me,” someone that no longer lives, Someone that tries to forgive, “Myself” The person that took place, The person living a life drenched with dimness, “Me,” is gone, “Me,” has disappeared into non existence, My soul is surrounded by “Myself” Cherishing “Me” by the colorful memories...