The sadness deepens, as the depths become unfathomable to perceive
I sink into it as if I’m drowning slowly in a pool of quicksand, demonic sharks can smell the aroma of my heart as she bleeds.
For her I cut myself deep, now I’m growing cold, it seems as tho there’s no more love to hold. It once was precious more so than rubies, diamonds, even gold.
Illusions, illusions, illusions, this isn’t real, as I watch it disappear
I’m so alone, but yet I feel the mother ever present with me. But she knows my heart is in need.
Is this real, no it can’t be these feelings of personal love I was fooled to feel. This can’t be true, there’s no way the emptiness I suffer could be love.. I was so gullible, so naieve, to think that I ever knew.
My heart aches for a passionate connection, I’m simply cold in my tomb, left with a heart wanting to love again to somehow mend all of her deepest wounds.