Thin Breath

Late night is on the rise,
And the weight of regret I feel,
The rush of my demise,
If seems oh so real.

All is silent,
Yet I hear so much sound,
The voices appear violent,
Asking if salvation can be found.

A blank visage looking for an answer,
In the face of change I tremble,
This fear has turned to cancer,
Cause this place and my past resemble.

And all the memories and reverie,
Can't fade and be overcome,
An empty heart lacking a pulse delivery,
Left hopeless and numb.

The mind remembers this place,
Instilled with trepidation and fear,
The trite of this cliche envelops my face,
As I wanted to forget that I was here.

The atmosphere was so cold,
As I and my love had met a divide,
This place where her I used to hold,
Where tears still freeze when I cry.

The loneliness has taken its toll,
As my last breath is wearing thin,
Vanity has finally became full,
I will never be able to hold again.