I searched for a meaning 
inside the vault of loneliness 
where wary souls were screaming 
evolving your name's lament. 

Grazed and disfigured, 
the hand that you held the most 
Touching my absence, 
I wonder if you will do the same. 

Dry runs and perils, 
spirits that haul the grave 
because every last second 
was yours to fill the place. 

I will mind my manners, 
my exits and revolts 
the crazy touch of anguish 
calling you through the door. 

Loss like a prison 
I could not find you between the walls 
not a sign of your feeling 
nor the kiss that I used to have. 

Ghostly and eidolic 
the golden chambers of your greatest fall 
defeating the cold vow 
of a hellish welcome in the afterlife. 

A dusty embrace has been born 
a rusty despair of a newborn night 
like an expiation, a shower of love 
will crumble the archers that Cupid could not stole. 

In love I have fallen, 
in love of your subtle choir 
consuming reaction 
from me to your lonely world. 

The corroding tome of agony 
all used like a sprinkled seed 
sad news of an insane philosophy 
the hour when you had to leave.