The Mother Sun no longer embraced me
Unfurled window curtains is the angle of what I see
No more adrenaline rush that motivates me to get up
Deafening silence devours me, gulfing alone with this cup
Breakfast seems bland, faded colors of rotten apple
Unheard thoughts of utensils lying at the kitchen table
Comical drama is not part of my daily routine
Longing for your touch before when I was your queen
Nostrils invaded by the reek of unlit cigarettes
Friction of sensations ignited thy silhouettes
Counting the endless days to call out your presence
Hear me universe, block off my windpipe to end this existence
Unseen towering shadows at my doorstep
Wishing for thy warm touch as I held your bicep
No more hopes and desires to seek the great light
I lose at the battlefield so I couldn’t fight
Void of darkness comes to embrace me
Silhouettes at the wall is the angle of what I see
Series of dread and pain that hinders me to get up
Only the remnants of him, staring alone with this empty cup