loose ends

And I see that

i'm reduced to be the one of only Silent Poems;

Who made me what I am?

Is it me? or You through me?

And I can't even blame You,

For I know that You did it, only so long

till You were aware of

what I'll b reduced to,

what I'm today.

The only victory I had, have

and will continue to have is

losing to this forsaken Love.

is it even worth to be thoughtless in thinking of you?

the possibilities exceed infinity.

i became an instrument of your rhythm

and you, the chalice of my forlorn harmony.

yet i sit on this merciless night

begging your eyes to take in

the sheen of my lonely lustre

begging your treacherous desires

to reckon my cancerous lust.

yet, i know the futileness of my attempts...

the moon wouldn't know

what hides in the heart of an ocean...

yet the harbinger touches me

and i elope with your chants

into the abyss of nihilism.....