As soon as I fell asleep,

In this cold room, vague and deep.

I dismantle the scaffold from a name I knew,

To suppress every burden the heart owes to you.

Your tone, countenance and bold grip,

Is sacrificed into the silence of the deep.

You are loitering within my heart made of stone,

Time for me to vacant this tenacious heart and be alone.

With my frenetic hands, I tear the blueprints apart,

To reveal a scenery where you will no longer be a part.

I slowly embrace my bruised heart and there I stood,

To find a desolate serenity where once was wood.

Your visage and name start to recede,

As I purge the waiting area where I used to plead.

My world starts to cover the hollow with hue,

The once you punctured and blew.

No cloaked echoes in the corridor ring,

I behold the emptiness that forgetting can bring.

If only erasing you in my memory can mend this trauma,

I will sell to existence my last pneuma.

-BlueLotus19x2-