Surrounded by ghosts of what used to be a home
Furniture turned upside down, side ways or broke
China and glass shattered all over the place
Clothes and curtains strewn across the space
Your hands tighten their grip around my neck
Pressed upon a wall so bare, hard and cold
All is blurry and slipping; heart beats' bold
An eruption of frustration and pent up emotions
Yes. Choke me. See the life drain from my eyes
Strange thoughts and memories wash through my mind!
I remember a depersonalized aya from my childhood,
How she locked herself in an empty and cold house...
Always wondered how one would chose dark solitude
Yet now,in this moment as I slip away; I understand
Grip me tighter that the spell of numbness is broken
Maybe resurrection can revive this cold dark emptiness
As time goes by, my farm of cares to give grows barren.
My eyes roll back, tears stream and words at my throat;
Choke me,as they seek escape towards the light beyond.
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