What else is there to take from me, That you haven't already taken? There is nothing left of the man you knew, These fragile words are all that remain, Discarded thoughts and broken promises, Lingering like hoarfrost dreams, Whispering our last goodbye, For eternity.
I wake having forgotten your name, Like a long-lost place, a dream's remains, The pain evaporates, but leaves hollow space, In my mind - the disgrace of betrayal, The ache of love turned to hate, The horror I feel, as memory fades, Holding on tight, to delay the decay Of the lingering pain of that … Continue reading To Stop Healing
The First Love is Adoration, You led me by the hand, Companion of my youth, Such artful passion, Like a compass true: Your dreams, your love, your life. I wept when they left you, The Second Love is for Passion, My eager dilettante, Balm for this broken fool, Laughing, alluring, With a smile so cruel, … Continue reading The Three Loves of M. Renard
Even the faint touch a foreign breeze,Brings forth memories,Of your softly whispered voice with such ease ,With such clarity,That it feels like a terrible disease,From which, I eagerly search for release. To forget your place in my troubled heart,I've traveled so far,Though your presence gave me the gift of art,You, my guiding star,Have ruined me … Continue reading Along an Unburdened Sea
There’s a reason why misanthropy is considered an aspect of a personality disorder. Pathological bitterness, reflexive ennui, inescapable empathy that only picked out everything loathsome and disgusting about people - no one should be born with these qualities, in this enormity. These were issues that literally ate away one’s insides like a cancer for your … Continue reading Un città che da neun sentiero era segnato