growing wings | Completed

75. rhythm of sorrow

why do i long for someone who can never be mine?

       why does it matter dearly to me?

why is it that she is a masterpiece hung on a wall to be admired,

      yet i am the scraps of paper that had been labelled as could-have-beens?

       like a glass half full, 

i know i will always never be enough,

       and that my very existence is a matter of controversy,

so, for now, i will let my heart ache with the rhythm of sorrow.

and it's like time has stopped,

       and i'm in a dark room,

my movements are sluggish,

       have my nightmares finally moulded within my reality?

the walls are bleeding, their shadows looming in the dark room,

      everything is closing in on me, my mind static with hysteria,

my ribcage fills up with roses that crawl their way out of my mouth,

        and i am but a vessel that blooms.

however, time is an inconvenience,

        and my mind is void of any hindrance,

so the lights turn on and the roses have decayed and she's standing there,

        and suddenly i can breath again and i'm looking at her.

yet she's miles away from me,

       so i'm letting my wounded heart heal,

with every beat causing an echo of sirens,

       i'm being driven to insanity from my own afflictions.

- rhythm of sorrow