A tightening string from beneath my skin,
A fractured chord that fades to an end.
Your whispers, they linger, vibrating my sin.
My ill fated shadow grows cold and grows thin.

Sounds, once calm, are beginning to fray.
In this restless burn, I twist and I sway.
Your melody grows faint, reduced to a hiss.
The silence of my shadow is all that exists.

My soul seeks the light but darkness seeks my soul,
In this endless pursuit, I have lost my control.
Your whispers, they linger. My Anchor lets go.
Your lost sonnets, sings what my art cannot show.

Shivering strings, once hummed with delight.
They’re trembling and faltering in the grip of the night.
Dreams once so vivid turned pallid and white.
My hope gently fades, it’s slipping out of sight.

My tears, like daggers, trace paths down my jaw.
My thoughts cut inward, both dull and raw.
The strength in my soul is now ever so weak,
Being ravaged by a need, I am forced not to speak.

Yet amidst all this chaos, your melody remains,
With your fragile silhouette that’s entangled in chains.
And even in this blackness, your light in me sustains,
In my dreams we are forever, and we are contained.


© Derek 'Abraxas Rebxrn'