A Haunting,
Yet, familiar Presence enters my own...
Her shadow Terrorizes me...
Her mask echoes of False hope,
Of lies...
Remnants of Despair and Calamity remain to this day...
The odd combination of hate and unwavering love emerges from the catacombs in which,
I, the,
Bearer of a shattered heart,
Imprisoned in a maze of Sadness and Hopelessness...
Like a shadow,
She creeps up and layers my heart in Absolute darkness...
Till it turns to Stone...
Like a recurring Nightmare...
Memories thrash...
Till there's only Dust and Ash...
Only Oblivion remains...
The pain never ceases,
Relentless...
At:
A Thought...
A Memory...
A Glimpse of her mask...
Unwavering hate and love consumes me,
I,
Still not knowing the Remedy needed to elude this Poison...
