The tales of a broken lover

I can feel it I can hear it I can dream it I can see it day and night, week and week I drown in this bloody sea I die in this ocean of tears I swim in the dead of sorrow the synchronising melody of death is like an anthem to my brain, the loud shatter of a heart is as a rhythm to my soul, the screeching scream is like to me the gush of the wind. what monster have I become? I can feel it I can see it, even in broad daylight. I can dream it I can hear it, even in the dead of night. racing and chasing, killing and mutating the train of thoughts is that one that created the living monster. I am as a lost soul, wandering as a traveller, seeking as a predator,thirsty all because of a phenomena... love.