Footsteps on the sand of time,if you can see them,then see,those bloodied footmarks,left,fading,are proof...
The haunted place,that used to be your home,now only I bear it's witness,its creation and destruction...
The beings you called family,dear ones,hold dear,wanted to cherish,after whom you ran,my butterfly,are now the voices that break me apart...
The number of cracks in me,the number of wounds in this heart,as they keep burning me,I wish to not exist...
The light spot,you,who I kept chasing,who knows how many lifetimes has passed,a past never known..
Yet all I could touch was the transparent veil,the glass screen separating us,that you put between us...
May be this time,I donot have any strength to break it apart,to run after you,chase you..
So broken,I sit here,on the other side,waiting,if it's meant for an eternity ...
Still this heart cannot forget chasing you..
