Invisible

Your eyes – they sweep across my thighs,
My heart – its chambers crumbling apart,
My arms – they stretch towards your charm,
Your eyes – a veil of disguise; squinting with disgust.

Do you not see me?

The Emo

My Final Act

If tomorrow starts without me,
Do not linger, do not abhor,
For sorrow tears you apart,
Conquering your desolate heart.

When tomorrow starts without me,
Listen to my elegy; my masquerade,
I am a poet engraving my pain,
I am your daughter living a life of shame.

When tomorrow starts without me,
You fear melancholy; a song for the desperate,
A rhythm only hummed by those damned,
Then should havoc arise to witness your defeat?

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I am not there for you to see,
And if the sun should rise,
To find streaks of tears fill your eyes.

When tomorrow starts without me,
Even when the sun won’t shine,
And Apocalypse dawns and rewinds,
Emancipate, free yourself of hate.

When tomorrow starts without me,
And you watch the devil work his charm,
I am dancing under the question mark,
With a silence far deafening.

When tomorrow starts without me,
In Hell’s labyrinth, I am at war,
Mama, you watch me from afar,
For none survived to write their memoirs.

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I am walking into the hollow heart of an inferno,
I am sorry all you are left with is a grave that bears my name,
I am sorry that you’ll crave and share my blame.

When tomorrow starts without me,
Into abyss shall you not stumble,
I promise no tomorrow, for today will always follow,
Your wounds will heal, your heart will seal.

But if tomorrow starts without me,
No matter, till then I’ll grant you a license to love again,
Until a new dawn emerges,
You’ll start the day anew.

Should tomorrow start without me,
As I lie untouched in my destined slumber,
And you find someone to make me obsolete,
You’d seize the night the world revolves again.

Although tomorrow starts without me,
Do not linger, do not abhor,
As all must do when the Grim Reaper calls – we die,
But the curtain is being lowered now,
So ends my final act.

The Emo.

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