Love

I have become ashes
I have become solitude and sadness,
and a torrent of tears flow through my wanned eyes,
through my weak face...
I doom myself in the ghost of an unexistant love that makes me die inside out,
and stabs me with no thought or remorse.
This pain inside is just too much and I slowly die in a sea of sorrow and mourn,
and my tears drwon whatever is left of my life,
for love has overpowered itself and on duty of drowning me
within an ocean of despair and lonelyness,
leaving me vexed and inmmersed in sadness and hopelessness.
It sings its music of discouragement which tears my soul apart,
which quickens my way to melancholy,
which leaves me in a estate of abhorring my own heart and soul,
so fragile, so disposable for love to take...

RQ
Moscow
25/5/10
2am