da-NDIA

I am laying here begging forgiveness, But even my sorrows have left me be. What ashes can remain of this mortal self? When flames of guilt incinerate all the curtains of truth. Awake have been my existence, Since eternity stole the sky above me. Now I am only a shadow staring at myself; Staring at myself through the eyes of the night. Even the rains deny to bathe my soul, Their tears are meant for the pure. I speak to what remains of my memories; A flickering light in the gloom of a distant storm. Those days of you now come flooding in. When in the corner you sat, Holding a part of me inside you. Your emptiness, it was where I belonged. I