Cacophony prowls inside my head, echoes with words that I should have said.. as I live in my rue, neath the darkest hue with the feelings of blue.. oh, my poor heart impotent to take back those words which I never said.
my head feels full of all the cacophonies i'm scared of. i hear voices out of somewhere which call my name synonymous to weak. i breakdown all at once to know how fragile i am to dissolve in melancholy so easily. i delve in callowness of my wounded stars; as sanely as my own head. creating a mark for my presence, i break the shackles of the umpteenth fantasies and breathe in the tranquil zephyrs.
A tender hush may assist the thrumming heart. For, zilch is worth any effort; If it isn't well-thought of or well-planned. A perfect execution is laudable; Yet, not everything can be undone.
In the idyllic hush of darkness, An incessant impression of light Pervades my self-imposed isolation; And a memory, forcefully forgotten, Unveils the shrouded yearnings For him--always, only him.