(Originally written in December of 2004)
I usually wallow in sentimentality
Where often I discern none
None but darkness and insanity
While lurchings inside underrun
Staring blankly at the window sill
Knees embraced with a body of thought
Sudden loneliness crept beneath a quill
Made me unstop its first blot
The quiet night seems deafening
My once stable hands now tremble
Out and in, you’ll see I’m bleeding
Screaming loud, exhausted, feeble
Now I am in sweat drenched
Yet here in my corner chilling
Surge of anger, is it? Fists clenched
Alone laughing out and hurting
Conversing again to your shadow
Remembering countless tears I’ve shed
The flame of amour, humble and low
I’ve rekindled in this windy mead
Awakened myself up in reveries
Forewarned the heart and emotions
Expressionless face, wasted memories
Never again will I fall in deep obsession