I stud my words on this dark canvas, weaving my thoughts and grief. I crave a shoulder, a hand—something to hold as I conceal a secret within my eyes.
A cry goes unheard while my heart bleeds in silence. My soul dies with the dead leaves, as my hopes are demised and my aims slain. These are the chapters of life that I read—etched with the agony of loss.
My passion lies lifeless, and my fight feels useless. The conundrum of fate becomes clearer as I hold the rosary of memories—my last belonging. With the final prayer, I make my plea.
Majestic madness and seductive sadness—these are the gifts from God that I’ve received. I walk this untracked path, and as I reach the cemetery of glee, I find my peace amidst the chaos.