Death & Rebirth

The more you let go the higher your rise

It was a Wednesday morning,

the day of weeping,

as i saw my coffin,

with my picture lying there,

and my dreams dead with me.

A call at 3am to confirm,

that the lie was over,

the endless fantasies and lovers,

who were nothing but a mere cover,

to avoid the truth that i was hiding from.

With the bed as cold as ever,

and nothing but the emptiness,

of wishes and nightmares,

plus some grapes vomit,

from last nights debauchery.

How did it end so soon,

without even a silver spoon,

laid on my lips by the swoon readers,

will they even notice when it's over?

or move on like it was nothing.

The endless negative thoughts,

of the mistakes that were done,

by a simpleton without a care,

and failure that was had,

all gone with the despair.

The visits from the ghosts,

of the past are the most,

since their heartbreaks lasted,

more than their goodbyes,

To the old self, for the rebirth to begin.

An end of an Era,

with the cold stare of death,

as no baggage is left,

on the head of the damsel,

who is ready to start again.