City of Angels' Decay

 

Baby, it's Friday. 

  Another Friday, for some reason 

    Which always 

Makes me think of you. 

Your weekend is coming. 

Your day almost done. 

Do you in this time, 

Contemplate me too? 

I love and I hate you, 

Emotions running high today. 

It is another day I awake

To the reminder of you 

Foreverly away 

It is not a day, 

I had such strength...

Tears like peaking storms through windowsills. 

They run like River's today, My Love...

Awaking to the no contact of you. 

Everyday. 

There is a cloud in my Void...

   echoing of only one thing. 

I miss you. 

  My flame dying. Crying. 

       Forlorn. 

What such a heavy life this is, 

    Without the love from which we are torn. 

I mourn. My heart grieving. My face leaking. My Soul carrying weights of all. 

Today is no day, 

  I have any strength to stand, 

    Let alone to stand tall...or at all. 

   ....yet I got out of bed. 

No wishing. No caring. No writing. No loving...

  None of them have brought you to me. 

None of them have made you my friend. 

None of them had seen reciprocity, 

  Now so long ago and now, in the end. 

I bow to your honor. 

  Then I am of no consequence. 

While I have died....

While I have died...

I wonder where anybody has been? 

You may be depressed or lost...

  But what of your depressed and lost friend? 

  What of her? What of Him? 

And it does today....

  Make me hate you for what you have done. 

While I have died...

  You showed zero grievance. Concern. 

        Or Love. 

While I have died. 

At least You knew I loved you. 

Before you forged an access denied. 

I could die here and now...

And I would never even know 

  If you cared enough to cry. 

You have abandoned me as much 

   As much as him. 

How could I settle so little in this life? 

A Dying Star 

  To nothing there. 

A void. 

   A void. 

       A death, and a trap. 

Today is a day I awoke. 

  To the joke and the choke 

Of being loved up...

  Yet receiving no love back. 

It is akin to loving a starving squirrel...

  Petting and fostering it, 

Yet without Food. Water. Concern. 

I mourn because they watched an Angel die 

   Of loneliness. 

A heart drown before it burns. 

Ash. 

All Ash. 

That is what these beings will take with them 

    From her decay. 

For they had every opportunity to give her some 

  But instead, 

  They just siphoned away.