Tattoo

An imprint of you remains, mingled in the blood racing through my veins, hewn into my flesh you stay, a chiselled tattoo from our long-lost yesterday, deeply branded by your entire being, rooted to a memory incapable of fleeing, torn, and twisting inside my skin, the pain screeches like jangling cans of tin, a desolate nightmare this agony feels, with a phantom whiff of your sweet breath my soul reels, now that you are gone, lost within a labyrinth of illusions, your voice swarms inside my desperate delusions, scratching, clawing layers of past moments spent with you, you are a part of me, an unfaded, vivid tattoo, and as my dreams of you frantically race, I am unable to erase, the blazing picture of your exquisite face, so let me be, and leave me to burn in this furnace of my hell, I should have known better, but all that matters little, because it was for you, that I fell.