I had a pair of beautiful keys to a room when I was a small kid,

Somehow, nobody saw that mystical place, quite like I did. 

You, a traveler, stumbling upon that sublimely deserted place,

seek to take a walk through the lanes of its tarrying trace.

With your dreamy eyes,

look into that colourful eclipse one more time,

there's life ringing in it, like a peacefully echoing chime.  

The phenomenal chase.

In these woods, as a pack of wolves howls tonight,
I seek solace amidst the gray shadows of my fright.

The shrieks of spooky witches hovering around my mind,
slowly stabbing me with the evils I left behind.

Driving through the pangs of this resilient silence, 
fighting through the vices of my smooth conscience,
I realize that,
the deadliest weapons don't always belong to the one who laughs last.
Sometimes, they only encompass jinxed words and condemned memories from the past.

The painfully suffocated screams of spirits buried in mud.
When i look at my hands, they reek of innocent blood.

Sinful and sorry, I join my hands in shame,
crying to myself, seeking for an end to this game.

But if only could digging graves bring them all back to life,
I would burrow them out and retract my acts, put an end to my strife.

My resignation.

When, one day, you'd be sitting alone by a beautiful lake,
think of me as I'd be long gone by then, and cry a little if that'd ache.

Think of the stories we shared and the memories we engraved-
laugh at the laughter whose faint echo now stands saved.

Think of my poems and songs, stories of everything I loved and lost.
Watch the stars overhead and calculate how much those bygone times cost.

Think of me, how I hid my face in your chest and shed the bitterest tears,
clench your fist when you can't stop my voice from reverberating in your ears.


Think of my resignation as you see the sky change its color to a darker blue,
take a walk down the memory lane as you start, one more time, to get mad at me.

Think of everything that was right and how it went all wrong.
Shout at the moon and the stars - because that'd be where I'd then belong.