DAMNED ECHOES

 Damned Echoes

Oh, look at me, all sad again,

Dwelling on my miseries which I once buried,

Buried beneath my heart, in the abyss

It howls, whispers in despair

In the ruins of what could have been

But “if and only if” only exists

And the dead spirit remains sopor

Dare not rebuke at the fog of my soul’s terrain.

Denial, wrath, anguish wrapped together

Gravitate towards me, now, then, every while

This pain won’t fleet away

Perhaps been cursed with a spell, or many

For moments of delight won’t linger.

But it’s alright, isn’t it?

Pardon lord, it’s not!

Doomed, accursed, damned, my heart aches

For how long should I be on my knees?

Petition against exult, could I endure any longer?

All my demands have flamed, all in flakes

I am ought to cease my living anyways,

Should matter to no one

But they, would surely come to my graveyard

Insights, guilts, blunders, all mine

And when I am gone, all I ever had

Would be buried with me

Flowers at my cemetery, mourns in black

Many would finally be unshackled, or just free

And for once, disguised as forever,

My soul would not be maimed, rather dance in glee.

-sabwrites