Sorrow

The desperation and lies,
A slowly fading disguise,
And words are so contrived.
Drawn out in tragic filigree
Learning the syntax of grief,
Forgot what daylight used to mean.

I can’t reach the life before.

Sorrow,
My darkest star; the one I follow:
Sorrow.

All those meanings set in stone
You thought couldn’t erode,
Worn-out years ago.
This jagged language of the crash,
Voices shatter like glass,
Just fragments of the past.

I can’t reach the life before.

Sorrow,
My darkest star; the one I follow:
Sorrow,
Dead constellation of tomorrow,
Sorrow.