Beautiful Tragedy

The passing days blur the memories
That face I memorized
That hand I caressed
That breath I inhaled
They were all once so familiar
– a part of me before
Now there is only a hazy image
A distant echo
A haunting shadow

But sometimes the wind carries back
The dust of long-abandoned yesterday
And a melancholic melody weaves
Through the cracks of a my mending heart
The cold seeps in and freezes my body

I thought I was free

Existential Crisis

Save those two glazed eyes
Boring a hole into nothingness
Close your heavy lids
And give in to the beckoning darkness

Plunge into oblivion
Lose yourself in apathetic slumber
Let your limp body drift
It’s so much easier to surrender