i am
now but a faded picture
to your everything
a mere shadow lurking
around your memory
i am
now just a trampled seed
that if given the chance
to flourish - would bear
fruits of fear agony
tragedy
you are
the unchanging doctrine
of my youth
the haunting element
of my dream
and all my hidden truth
you are
still the angel
who shed her wings for me
and lived inside the vagueness
of my tragic parody
you are
still the muse that
clads my harmonic ring
my shortlived salvation
my ever
cherished nothing