Cliche

My ruptured screams fades
The glaring death moon teases me
Night beckons with a seductive whisper
Calling me into the nature dark abyss
Without thoughts the veering wind blows
By the shone stars ..lark whistling our stories
Reminding me of the last serenade to you
I lament .. pensive of inward thoughts engulfs me
Ebbing quenchless thirst for scent of nocturnal nectar
A sad cliché
Nothing is left when you put me into tragic snap
My emotion are served with no purity
Darling all the romanticized are fucked
I am still longing for you in my old world
Blank time and dissension to a hate crafted world
A barren march to the land where your darkened hatred radiates
I m broken to the decline
Emotionally drained out of love
How you want me to behave?
The inner peace is broken in me
Your cold heart chronically diffused me
Like a bewildered chimes my strings orchestrated
I lose the entire sweet carol
As I am left alone for no one