One final glare into eyes of forgiveness.

Am I forgetful?

Was I supposed to feel sorrow?

Shredding the memories. Shedding tomorrows.

I feel joyous!

Am I supposed to be some sad storyteller?

Keeping your Lucifer dreams at bay.

A sad sage?

Dead are new dawns.

Lost is the dreamy day.

You’re undeserving…

Of my words… These words.

Forget mentions of sunlight lies.

Forbidden whys.

Dreary skies.

Cheery thoughts maybe status symbols.

Emotions however?

You, devastator, eradicated them.

.numb.

Thank YOU!