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fathomless It is perhaps, the end of the beginning.
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deja vu

I stand alone, clad in black,

I stand alone, clad in black, Non-existent tears adorn my blank face,

I stand alone, clad in black, Non-existent tears adorn my blank face, A single brooch of gold,

I stand alone, clad in black, Non-existent tears adorn my blank face, A single brooch of gold, Pinned where the cloth meets my heart.

Senseless voices,

Senseless voices, contorted faces,

Senseless voices, contorted faces, Swarming before my unhinged soul,

Senseless voices, contorted faces, Swarming before my unhinged soul, Trying to fit in the jagged pieces of the puzzle,

Senseless voices, contorted faces, Swarming before my unhinged soul, Trying to fit in the jagged pieces of the puzzle, Lying serenely before me, deaf to the echoes around.

Her hair painted in gray, swept gently from her face,

Her hair painted in gray, swept gently from her face, Frames the smile etched in my mind,

Her hair painted in gray, swept gently from her face, Frames the smile etched in my mind, Even in endless slumber,

Her hair painted in gray, swept gently from her face, Frames the smile etched in my mind, Even in endless slumber, The millionth sight hums a forgotten note.

Blood, sweat, tears and memories,

Blood, sweat, tears and memories, Cry into my shoulder breathlessly,

Blood, sweat, tears and memories, Cry into my shoulder breathlessly, Whispering "she's gone",

Blood, sweat, tears and memories, Cry into my shoulder breathlessly, Whispering "she's gone", I don't understand, she's right here.

In decades so few, in days so many,

In decades so few, in days so many, The voices fade, the tears dry,

In decades so few, in days so many, The voices fade, the tears dry, The golden brooch remains immortalized upon the mantel,

In decades so few, in days so many, The voices fade, the tears dry, The golden brooch remains immortalized upon the mantel, For her memory, only mine to claim now.

On a dark summer evening,

On a dark summer evening, My eyes trace their way back into the past,

On a dark summer evening, My eyes trace their way back into the past, To the day I was clad in blank,

On a dark summer evening, My eyes trace their way back into the past, To the day I was clad in blank, Helpless before my past, my present, my future.

The fear of the sleepless day that began with sleep,

The fear of the sleepless day that began with sleep, Not a fear begun then,

The fear of the sleepless day that began with sleep, Not a fear begun then, But a fear begun long long ago,

The fear of the sleepless day that began with sleep, Not a fear begun then, But a fear begun long long ago, When a golden brooch was pinned atop a little girl's heart.

The question that then bloomed into fear,

The question that then bloomed into fear, "Mommy we'll die together ok? Don't go without me."

The question that then bloomed into fear, "Mommy we'll die together ok? Don't go without me." The girl murmured, fingering the brooch.

The question that then bloomed into fear, "Mommy we'll die together ok? Don't go without me." The girl murmured, fingering the brooch. The ghosts of her smile in answer, haunts me today.

The little girl knew,

The little girl knew, But the sound of laughter echoed from the backyard,

The little girl knew, But the sound of laughter echoed from the backyard, Claiming her attention as she ran away giggling.

The little girl knew, But the sound of laughter echoed from the backyard, Claiming her attention as she ran away giggling. She never saw the tears fall. Just as she doesn't see mine.

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