Letters to Selếnê
A collaboration with |feral|
And Minerva sings her laments through my hand
When the block finally subsides from my wasteland
A reckless excuse to escape my mundane existence
All is well if I’m kept at a distance
There above the faulting landscape
Is where my sentence is kept
As I keep watching her from afar
A ghostly light embraced in the dark
Perhaps hidden in a corner of my mind
Butchered dreams drowning in streams
A constellation of attributes
Where you barely turned my grief
Now my soul lays here barren in disbelief
A stone thrown away from sudden impact
Of when we were able to keep ourselves in tact
A moment in time where
As long as I can remember time stopped
And she wept
Still destined to wait
Forever it seems
I'll make my way to her one day
If only I would've found the strength sooner
I can only hope my silence speaks to her
The language only she can comprehend
Swimming candidly in the seemingly endless ocean of sorrows;
A place where time knows nothing of tomorrows
And in our numbing songs
With every vocal turning into a novel
Where there are no walls left to break
When she breathes
Into me
Isolated in forgotten crevices
of empty corridors where memories
once echoed in delight.
In the end, you made it seem
like all the love we shared
was nothing other than wasted time.
·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·
🎧 Hemorrhage in my hands by Fuel
© Distilled Melancholy & Feral
And Minerva sings her laments through my hand
When the block finally subsides from my wasteland
A reckless excuse to escape my mundane existence
All is well if I’m kept at a distance
There above the faulting landscape
Is where my sentence is kept
As I keep watching her from afar
A ghostly light embraced in the dark
Perhaps hidden in a corner of my mind
Butchered dreams drowning in streams
A constellation of attributes
Where you barely turned my grief
Now my soul lays here barren in disbelief
A stone thrown away from sudden impact
Of when we were able to keep ourselves in tact
A moment in time where
As long as I can remember time stopped
And she wept
Still destined to wait
Forever it seems
I'll make my way to her one day
If only I would've found the strength sooner
I can only hope my silence speaks to her
The language only she can comprehend
Swimming candidly in the seemingly endless ocean of sorrows;
A place where time knows nothing of tomorrows
And in our numbing songs
With every vocal turning into a novel
Where there are no walls left to break
When she breathes
Into me
Isolated in forgotten crevices
of empty corridors where memories
once echoed in delight.
In the end, you made it seem
like all the love we shared
was nothing other than wasted time.
·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·
🎧 Hemorrhage in my hands by Fuel
© Distilled Melancholy & Feral