Open I

You put a crescent light across my cratered face,

After Gloom and doom had got to me.

I witnessed and became present, for the first time feeling brightness echo from the once abyss' Cornor.

You spoke from far, seemingly allusive. But I saw you when
I felt your words harvest the heavy stones that grounded my heart.

So you left me to escape.

But the exposure has left me obsessed.
Every turn, all left rounds to the centre

Rounds to yur name.

I want to feel that smile again, but long has it gone left when you became faithless.
How have you been, I hope you know that I'm still hanging.

Hanging on the thread and strings.
Of memory that will always remain my temper.