Interrelation and Other Works

Gone, back again,
effortlessly struggling to speak,
bleeding ink into the void,
circular movements tracing scars—
here I am,
lost in this loop,
gone, back again.

I came to sever ties,
to confront you face to face,
yearning for my words to be daggers,
piercing the silence that suffocated us,
wanting you to feel the weight
of the hurt you carved into my soul.
But when I stood before you,
the fire within me flickered,
a wild thing caged,
morphing into shadows of despair,
as I glimpsed the ghost of what we were.

You tainted our past,
a garden choked by thorns,
where vibrant blooms once thrived,
destroying the future we spun together,
threads unraveled by betrayal's cruel hand.
Forgiveness feels like a phantom,
a cruel mirage I chase through the wreckage,
haunted by echoes of a intimacy
that was once a sanctuary,
now a shattered shrine of broken apparitions.

A handsome man becomes bony,
his frame a fragile monument to loss,
malnourished as his garden withers,
each petal a memory crumbling to dust—
once vibrant and alive, now ash in the wind.
He tends to it, desperate and frantic,
but the earth is parched,
faith buried beneath a grave of weeds,
until the final breath escapes,
leaving only echoes in the desolation.

The devil sinks its roots deep
into the beast,
transforming sweet lips to a snarl,
twisting innocence into a dark infold.
Evil claims its price,
denying him the gold of solace,
leaving him hollow,
a shell of what was once alive,
his laughter now a distant wail,
a haunting refrain of lost belief.

In this reckless cycle of despair and longing,
I tend to the garden of ghosts,
watching it wither under the weight
of unspoken words and nadir,
each glance a jagged knife,
each silence a scream that echoes
through the chambers of my mind.
In the dim translucence of regret,
the remnants of a hero fade,
trust decays in a toxic silence,
as the devil whispers,
binding us in our hollowness,
lost in the chaos of intertwined fates,
disentwined yet forever entwined,
a frantic dance of shadows
where aether once bloomed,
now a nightmare of what could have been.