Armania's Echo In my mind's quietude, they label me adrift, Claiming my sight is clouded, my clarity a myth. Yet beneath this facade, a spectral presence breathes, Nurturing the sorrow that in my core seethes. Oh, the night's cold arms have cradled my silent weeps, I clutch my pain, loss, and grief—vigils that my heart keeps. The fears that once haunted have taken flight, yet still, A yearning to fade lingers, as I feign strength and will. Within my hushed world, no sunrise promises the morrow, My soul's cry echoes in the void, a symphony of sorrow. The chasm within me yawns wide, beneath an uncaring sky, A gulf ever deepening, as my fractured spirit sighs. Friendship was ours, before love's illusion I did chase, Dreams of celestial saviors, their ethereal embrace. But life, with its cruel twist, offered a fleeting taste, A drop of honey's sweetness, then to darkness displaced. I dreamed, I believed in seraphic beings, their caress, Bidding me shed m
In whiskey's shadow, thoughts adrift, A sole beacon, you persist. Puzzle pieces lost in jest, Solitude's truth, a silent guest. Scattered ideas, like leaves, they fall, Trampled underfoot, our actions call. Foolish endeavors, privately named, Consequences of a life untamed. A cry to the world, fierce and bold, Proclaiming an end, no hand to hold. Alone I stand, courage has fled, The toll of deeds, a path I dread. This is not the end, but a start, Madness grips, tears me apart. Unknown to you, within I break, At alcohol's station, for your sake. I need you now, more than before, Without you, life's a closing door. Unanswered calls, despair's own art, Uncertainty's sickness pierces the heart. Shattered, weeping, life's puzzle to mend, Why does folly, my spirit bend? A baby alone, in streets of despair, Your guidance I seek, in anger's lair. Time's march, a promise to keep, Through distance and forgetfulness, deep. In the shadows, I wai