Can you tell me why you stare at this sky so lonely,
And pretend it rains memories that shouldn't return?
Can you tell me why you can't promise yourself,
To keep the promise that his deranged letters you'd burn?
Love is not when it drags one down,
Love is not what one might covet.
If the probable demise remains in sight,
Then why one's own sanity does one plummet?
Descent into bygone pernicious recollections,
Will only descend one into banks of inured rivers.
But an ailing sky cries in gloomy tears,
When it watches one's sorrowful fears and shivers.
Trickling thunders borne of your chest,
Dribbling droplets that never confessed,
That all this while your feelings suppressed,
Turned to obsessions that appressed unrest.
Led to mental maggots that infest
The mind of a ill lady, unearthed yet distressed.
Lonely eyes met storms from the west,
Yet refused to scream while his love oppressed.
Bleeding to death, you refused to ingest,
The truth that his diatribes had you solemnly depressed,
Yet, continually you returned to rebuild a nest,
Like an immortal slave, forever possessed.