esoteric waves

Oh the pain, the pain of having to let go and end something you love so dearly.

The sound ceases as sweet agony pours in without hesitation.

To adore and then kill that perfect image just to keep sane.

The loss so numbing you forget you have to still breathe.

The nature of the beast so cunning, so wickedly wise.

Mourning this will be an impossible duration.

Such a costly endeavor, the risks seem to be everything.

I try to look away but this is my drama to command, my chaos to end.

Even at the bottom I can hear the waves.

They are calling me with the coolest vibrations summoning me into the day.