Desperately I am thrown into her arms after a long separation, with thoughts dwelling in the cages, the thoughts of her in my head, what I felt was not the haven I was accustomed to, it was an exquisite display of emotionless carnage, of senseless cold and of apathetic smiles.
I do not know any longer, where these illusions of a spotless mind? was I leaning towards a mirage, I thought was of utter beauty and grace, to find myself in a desolate place, with machine humans with machine faces and machine hearts? or was I plainly and clearly at fault once more?
I looked at the faces and all I saw was mundane, worldly and insane, I was phased by their ability to act normal around this absurdity she is and the abomination I am.
She transformed in the same moment I transcended with my words and my affection, how unfortunate it is to want what is no longer, how cruel is it to love a ghost that once belonged between the arms.
I do not know any longer, enough with killing me softly, finish it already as I listen to the melodies of the past.
Faceless by Anna Hendy