I rambled in blustery breese under the autumnal aurora high on hope envisaging entwined expectations to unwind like relinquishing tints of reminiscing rainbows till the dusk whispered wails of silenced screams in the wrapped frozen hearts of living deads.
A frosted flower down the cloudlike carpet suffocating to shrinkage still fragranting flaked feelings beyond its forte but faded when night of negligence nibbled all parched petals like hungry herbivores trampled the terrain of timothy.
I embraced hailstorms of hardships in a burned blanket of benevolence sipping sentimental sorghums to keep kinship kindered till the whip of wait written verses of vaporized vehemences on the cracked capillaries of compassion.
Ragged reveries in deadly dusks draping the amorous aspirations in sanguine syllables bled on papyrus parchments when tipsy tears painted pansies like smoky sky scribbles its solitude betwixt homesick horizon and oikophobic Earth.
I'm trembling like an abandoned animal outside a storm My soul is a dead leaf swirling inside a tornado Should I give up? Should I pledge my existence to eternal sleep? Or maybe I should torture my heart with eternal uncertainty
Raindrops hit the earth as my tears fly up to the sky The freezing grasp of loneliness is far colder than today's weeping clouds At other times their lament would turn into a lullaby, yet today it joins in a somber chorus with my internal wailing
The warmth of his smile is gone, and today it won't come back again Everyone who believed in me has given up The safety of their presence a mirage of the past A dream so distant it feels like a nightmare
I won't beg for forgiveness, my knees are done scrapping the ground This is the destiny I built with my actions The castle I constructed with every stone I threw I'll die here, alone, and gelid. Just like I deserve for never being angelic.