Droplets of rain,
He pleaded as tears flowed ...
Slithering down his now pale cheek ..
expressionless , he stood ...
To wash away his Agony ..
As the Slit on his vein ushers Claret..
He wondered ..
Will it bleed sorrow ?
As crimson liquid glides down the drain ...
A scar it would carve ..
Deep within his soul...
Scarred ...
For what he desired , denied ..
"Who said he could be happy ?"
A curse he was burdened with ,
A ghoul , He now the walking dead ...
Perhaps the reason was crystal clear ..
Yet ,
He still hoped ..
A miracle to appear ...
Wishing her to be here ..
Standing by his side ..
As he sailed against the tide ..
The ocean of isolated loneliness ...
Sworn never to return ..
In search of his lost love ...
