Memories Lead to Unreasonable Habits

grasping my unfathomable desire
just another dream or everything?
my memories shape a desperate sting
to inject the needle of a liar

it cuts my breath, it sways my bones
it hits me like an ocean wave
pulling me into my silent grave
where death has set my grievous throne

repeat, you did it once again
and I can still not refrain
the vision of defeat      

the fight within my innermost
tells me that I am already lost
as my heart stops to beat


this is the first sonnet I wrote