Sitting alone I wondered why,

Sub-conscience thought always tries,

To complicate and obliterate,

Securities laid in fate.

Structures of mind, body and soul,

Collapse, shatter, fold.

We shared our emotions,

Instinctive devotions,

Preventing logical action.

Wicked looking-glass

Killing my mind,

Hopes and dreams

Spiraling hopelessly

Toward the empty abyss.

Dreamt the future,

Frightening images,

I wouldnt wish

In my darkest hour.

Death of inspiration,

Imagination and sensation.

Life's clock stopped

Suddenly,

Reassured painlessly.

His presence no longer,

My one true hero

And never could I

Say goodbye