Shyched
 

the circle burned and flashed
heat crawling down the nerves
windows opened and recognized
the colors of the colorless sky

in twists of human fate and errors
a face turned to see the best image
of a loved one that has scorned
the soul of a man that loved

heads glanced into her direction
her eyes peeked into the mirror
that reflected not her but him
cast against the purple velvet sky

does it bring pangs at the thoughts
when cast is the unchangeable fate
leaving tears not sweet nor salty
but simply, unrecognizable

or does it drown in regrets
that comes with no consolation
but the nothingness in your hand
that feels cold and warm altogether

i can never feel
what you always can
what you always will
but you won't feel me
for i am all...

...shyched,


 




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