Ghosts of Familiarity

I saw you crying
and felt your torment as your tears slipped wordlessly
The look in your eyes, tells me that you know the extent of your sorrow
Dont fret, dear
The end is near
And that is when you can grasp at the tragedies that destroy you
and throw them in the river,
where they can drown with your memories
hand in hand
these negatives depart
Bound to wander the depths, for all eternity
Torn from the soul they had coveted ,they cling desperately...
Eager for a living being to dominate, to devour
And only if you are foolish enough,
you will hear the song of familiarity
Now and forever drawn to what you despise
Too quick to ponder on your fatality
You leap from fluorescent white into the darkness
Drifting off, searching for the fulfillment which will never come
With a wounded soul, you invite all
never will you be whole again