The gala glows with amber light and grace, Yet all I see is one forgotten face. The world is young, a vibrant, grand design, But void of soul since you are no longer mine. The music swells, the silver lanterns shine, But life is dust without your hand in mine. Return to crush the fragments of my soul, Make grief my crown and agony my goal. O cruelest love, come shatter me once more, And leave me bleeding on this lonely floor. I beg for wounds, for one more sharp caress, To feel your touch within this emptiness. For in my sight, your ghost is etched in fire— A gorgeous ache, a funeral for desire. My frantic eyes, like beggars in the street, Seek out your shadow in the dust and heat. They wander lost through every crowded hall, To find a ghost that isn't there at all. A thousand faces pass, a thousand lies, But none can meet the hunger in my eyes. I claim to breathe, I claim to move and be, But Life itself has turned its back on me. My pulse is but a clock that’s lost its chime, A ho...
The world may bloom in colors bright and rare, But without your soul, there’s nothing but the air. Though laughter rings and golden lights may shine, Existence fades if your hand isn't mine. Come back to ruin me, to break what’s left apart, And plant your thorns within my hollow heart. I crave the sting, I beg for one more scar, To feel your touch, no matter who you are. For in my sight, your phantom beauty stays, A lovely grief that haunts my lonely days. Though joy may dance and beauty may remain, Without your soul, the world is only pain. In every crowd, in every hollow space, These maddened eyes are searching for your trace. They wander wild, they seek what isn’t there, Chasing a ghost through cold and bitter air. My pulse goes on, a rhythm sharp and thin, But where is the life that used to beat within? My heart still thuds, a heavy, leaden beat, But "Life" has walked away on silent feet. The world is draped in gold and velvet light, Yet I am drowning in a timeless ni...