had just died.
Death had swept me off my feet
Leaving nothing but an empty soul.
Life had been a death itself
Slowly drawing my breath away from me.

What was once love,
Now had turned into a sort of palimpsest
Leaving only the erased markings of the past,
Allowing something new to take its place.

You tried so fiercely
To strike a vector in my path
Your fervent spirit glowed with warmth,
But the will to fight was grueling
And I became a sepulcher of love.

I had fallen into a masquerade of a
faded wardrobe
And the only feelings left
Had all become retrospective
Why further grope among the dry bones
of the past
When the end tastes so bittersweet?