• With every breath I take in your absence, conflicted by subliminal metaphysical frequencies,
    I am found frequently stumbling over my words and my sanity, searching my peripherals.
    The smoke from a Marlboro weaves between dusty fingers, leaving only a mysterious figure
    shattering through a single frame of life, like a burst of flames hidden behind a mask of apathy.
    Redemption cries in the distance, sinking with the bridges that I have left derelict.
    I wish only for the embrace of a thoughtless dream about some undeserved second chance.
    Your beauty was mine to witness, and now I'm just gleaming for that spark in another soul.
    Please, with my last ounce of conviction, give me a heart devoid of purpose and life,
    because everything that I have expected to achieve are among impossible feats,
    beyond my capacity, beyond any hope, conjured as a distorted vision of a haunting reality.