You deserted my heart, long ago,
Before the rivers dried up,
Before the wind lost its soul.

Before the northern star had appeared in our sky,
Before the world had melted down in the hands of man kind.
You pierced a knife in the heart that belonged to you.
And sailed away to a twilight that shone in lilac hue.

The ocean overflew with the remains of my blood,
Whilst you stood in awe of the setting sun.
The echo of the time you once called out my name,
Still ringing in the wind, as in our bed, my corpse lay.

Golden grains of sand, warm to touch
Spread across the coast, commemorating our love.
Yet when you left, they turned into ash,
Sacrificing their beauty in the name of our forgotten past.


As years passed by, the ocean turned into carmine wine,
Poisoning what was left of the marine.
And the shards of glass were my tears amassed,
Floating with the silent whisper of the wistful breeze.

Without your touch, our wilted roses fell,
When once they waltzed across the opulent hills of our heavenly dell.
And now a wound of blight grasps onto their frail leaves,
Cursing them to live in anguish for the rest of eternity.

Someday the smog will cover our endless beloved sky,
So not even the brightest of stars can glisten, in the darkness of the night.
And With every broken dream, and every malicious lie,
My soul suffocates more and more, strangled by your poison ivy vines.

Yet I am not a river to find peace in patience,
Nor am I the land waiting for the spring to come.
I am no willow, weeping and so gracious,
Nor the country gardens waiting for their golden plums to bloom.

Someday the pieces of my heart will reunite again,
And I will take another boat and sail away.
Maybe I will come to you as a shadow in your dreams,
But I wont be there when you come back in the morning.

You lost me.