Life Does Not Dance.

Your essence is my invention,
You dance when I decide
Your name is scratched on my skull
You swirl with my rhythm
Your kiss is my relief
You console when it is asked
Your smell lingers in my nose,
You see my eyes bestow,
Your smile spell still lingers
You love me in Reality.
Your voice howls in my echo.
O! But only in my dreams.


Come back, again, be all i know.
Creation is but nothing,
Your person; I weep for so.


My memories are all dead
Ashes scattered upon the wind.
Lingering depression,
On my innocent soul
A tear for each pain
A tear for each joy.
An old beating heart,
Within this broken shell.
Nothing remains,
Except the feeling of falling rain.