Mourning for a lifetime, a past now buried within,
A time when things were simple, no need for useless sin,
Tear drops slowly staining, porcelain cheeks naive,
For love and all its sorrows, I'm left alone to grieve.
Bitter soul so tortured, ripped from useful mind,
Now subject to disaster, which I can only hide behind,
Pinned beneath my cravings, breath I fight to take,
Imagining my memories, of a time I thought was fake.
Broken soul controlling, now all that I perceive,
Leaving me to rot, with paranoia to achieve,
Shaking from the silence of a past now faded deep,
An unmistakable conquest for regret to slowly reap.
