Lamentations

A velvet glove in hand
hides my burnt fingers
The pretensions all fade away
and the truth alone lingers

Leftover pieces of my past
lull me to a sound sleep
Besides this useless treasure
I sit and regretfully weep

I find solace in darkness
I cling myself to sadness
the place I call my home
is like a haunted wilderness

Locked away in a worn out shelf
are the shards of my memories
of love, hatred and jealousy
mad stupors and blissful reveries

Ambition conceived by a twisted mind,
sick perversions led me astray
with a trail of destruction left behind
I still remember that cursed day

My twisted ambition
was fueled by my own desire
the heavens burnt ominously
while I sunk deeper into the mire

Since then I've lived a fake life
regretting every second
I reached out for an embrace
when nobody beckoned

I await the morrow
thinking of yesterday
no matter what befalls
my pain is here to stay