Stag and Doe

It...

It was a part of me
My own imagination, my own creativity.
Created for remembering happy times
But it only hid sadness in its lines

Its strange, don't you think,
That this is just a thing
Responsible for the pain
Pulsing right now in my veins,
Making my heart ache,
Slithering in my mind like a snake,

Here I am, under the moonlight
Its weight restricting my flight
Burning the memories that we shared
For this pain I wasn't prepared
Setting my emotions on fire
The world around me, I can't admire.

The way it just blurred away.
There's not even a thing that I could say.
The way it's importance changed
To despair from Fame.

Useless, it made me.
To whole three sixty degree.
But now its over
Giving my soul a makeover.