#οι σκέψεις μου αναμειγνύνονται με τον θάνατο της σχέσης μου το 2021

[pro-s-poihths]

There is death

There is death in these walls, there's been blood quite a while, there I shed my devotion- abolished my tears, it's been putrid and frayed, as are most of my years.

There is death and damnation and peril and hell, on the stone-mottled causeway that travels the well, I have delved on the path of the broken- and fell.

I am wroth and dyspeptic at all of the loss you have caused me depletion and sadness- I'm cross, and in sorrow- alone do I plead- my heart I shall toss. In the void of the darkness, the edge of the hurt I will foremost my bow make, diminished, but curt, and shall dance to the lip of the cliff and return to the dirt.

You were scared, you were haunted, afraid I will die, and you knew that despite all I never would lie, but it's poetry love, I shall say what I will, my own body to harm I could never commit.

Don't you worry, just leave me to die with my pen, I can always remember how in love you were then, ah- but so must it be that always am late, when my love truly flourished, did yours dissipate.