Lachrymal Atonement

Saline waters
Find their way
To my sallow flesh
Flowing endlessly
From the abysmal pools
Of this four-chambered vessel

Drop by drop
There is a story to tell
Each tear is filled
With unimaginable anguish
Each tear a manifestation
Of unsung sorrow

Its existence an irony
For each one is rooted from euphoria
Each one is borne from utopia

A teardrop serves
As a compensation
For my grave debt
Dues that need be reimbursed
For every moment of bliss
For every slice of heaven
That my undeserving self
Partakes from this temptress of a world

Sanity Has Flown

I now awake
To another nightmare
A nightmare I could
Never run from nor escape
Clutching my heart in a tight vise
Refusing to release me from its bind

I shut my eyes close
Desiring to sleep
Perchance dream is there
To engulf me whole
Intoxicate me with silence
Distort my consciousness

Yet unseeing and protracted
As my pupils could be
It could neither shield
Nor envision completely
What I had willed my mind
To shamelessly blind and fool me

But no, never
Could my sought after
Be ever grasped
By these puny hands of mine
For sanity had grown its wings
Forever departed from this life

Otherworldly Realism

It may seem
That my poor heart
Has gone through the worst
It has ever known
It had traversed
The heights of heaven
And the depths of hell

It may feel
That this heart
May never want
To open itself up again

But somehow
It has found peace at last
For in a brief moment
Of this dismal existence

My heart had loved
And had been loved in return
By the very person
It had always dreamt of
And never thought would ever find
Fairytales do come true

Musings in the Dark

Twilight materializes
I am in solitude
There is no crowd
To pretend to

The silence is torture
For I could hear
How my heart cries
I could feel its pain

It hurts me most
For I have no choice
But to act as if
It never existed
Be deaf to its pleas

How can I tell my heart
That he’s truly gone
That he no longer
Seeks for me but for her
That it is she whom he loves

Why do I have to be
The murderer of my inane heart