Inside our minds beyond the beating heart, our deepest pains are burried in the recesses of Night.
Did love's embrace beguile and bewitch me,i ponder this for a while.
But yet within this mortal shell,my tears find residence, resting in Emotionless eyes.
I am the 'Watcher but also the watched,the cursed and the cured,
In isolation of myself the unforeseen and the visible.
A shadow cast a mirage or merely a dream.
The 'maestro' of my torment, and too the creator of my words,
brought forth, resurrected to summon my heart aching betrayal.
Affording this one unrelenting sorrow and guilt of my pain,
to reflect hesitantly of my loved one's cruelty when she left me.