Arka, this is because I was too lazy to mail.
I've stopped loving you.
Whatever courses through my veins now are aftershocks,
Denied moments of paralysed thoughts,
Oh, I have stopped.
Waving, wading towards the unreachable horizon of Eternal Belief
When I once perhaps could unite
But now the straining drops of molten wariness
Chase the futile fragments;
My memories float in the shallow pool
Of numb distorted moments of fragmented vision.
Yes, I have stopped it. Finally...
My fingers creep towards the door
And unlatches the lock
And then freezes in the distant discord
Of melifluous harmony.
In the roots of my aching bones
Something wake up to call forth
So many dried-up memories
Born again, from the drugged
Hole inside the rusty depths
Of this chaotic vision.
My spirits hover over my head,
Crooning, caressing, craving
The necessity to give in
To shameless, wanton discourses
Of dissected emotions,
Laying them moments apart from
Where I stand, hands frozen
On the doorknob,
Waiting for an entrance
To my divided portions.