Beneath the shadowed veil of a weeping sky,

where tempests rage within my fractured mind,

a cacophony of storms clatters through my heart,

each thundering pulse a dagger, cruel and blind.

My tears cascade like rivers torn asunder,

fury-laden torrents carving through my soul,

lacerating flesh with fire’s vicious hunger,

as though the fiercest blade could take its toll.

I scream, a wail that splits the void in two,

anguish intertwines with every breath I take.

A torment deeper than the darkest hue,

a haunting chill, as winter’s grip does break.

Once more, I stand adrift, alone, lost,

with shadows pulling tight upon my chest.

The echoes of my pain, they seek to cost

my sanity, and rob me of my rest.

Each wave of grief twists what is left of sense,

reality a fleeting, trembling haze.

How can I quell this ceaseless, fierce suspense,

when every memory cuts through endless days?

Reflections form- those who have torn apart,

their jagged whispers winding ’round my core.

Their faces twist in shadows, in my heart,

daring me to dive and ache once more.

I fight, yet yield, to the wound I know so well,

the pain I crave, though it brings naught but loss.

The cold, unyielding water starts to swell,

its grip a chain that pulls me to its cross.

I sink beneath, no strength to break the tide,

the weight of sorrow pressing on my chest.

My voice, a whisper now, drowned in the ride,

as I succumb to chaos, never blessed.

Will anyone hear the silent plea in my scream?

Will they reach, or watch me fade away?

Exhausted, broken, lost within the stream.

I let go, chaos ensues and claims me in dismay.

Beneath the shroud of a mourning sky,

where twilight lingers, cold and dry,

two souls entwined in fatal lace,

a love that’s beautiful, full of grace.

Your voice, a whisper embossed with steel, soft as silk, yet sharp to feel.

Your touch, a thorn that draws me near,

weaving wounds I hold most dear.

We bled our vows in crimson lines,

etched in marrow, scorched in time.

A bond sustained through death’s embrace,

haunted echoes we cannot erase.

You swore forever in fire and frost,

a promise carved, a blessing lost.

Yet even as the grave divides,

your shadow lingers, undenied.

Oh, how we wane, yet never fade,

entombed in love’s cruel masquerade.

For passion laced in death’s design

is bound to linger, bound to bind.