Fragmented

vi. ambedo

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A M B E D O

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am·be·do (n.) : a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details — raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee — briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake.

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is there anything
as a prescription for dying?
give me some morphine
can't you hear my scream?

i want it bad
i want it right this instance
can you kill me
with such slow elegance

once it's midnight
i shall die
please my love
just give it a try

promise me
you'll never feel any guilt
here comes goodbye
the end that i seek

death
don't fear it
just for this moment
you are the reaper

you are spitting your words
like vicious venom
purely desolated
i just smiled and sighed

closing my eyes
i hummed your favorite lullaby
you should stay
haunting ghosts are everywhere

always remember
our world is such a horrid place
and so i stared
at my lover's frosted gaze

preparing myself
for the seed of pomegranate
under the moonlight
you pulled me apart

it hurts
a soul pain hurt
you stabbed me
deep in my heart

you tightly hold
the silver metal
it shines so bright
like constellations

trickling down
the crimson blood
it feels exactly just right
and i finally found myself to laugh

i can feel myself
being half-dead
and i saw my pillow
soaking with blood red

as i lay there bleeding
your exquisite carved face
it's glimmering with tears
hush now, my darling

my silver metal
it is yours to keep
i let an ear-splitting scream
devouring my fragmented soul

i always believe
there's a pit of hell
where agony can not follow
i might just be right

my blood, it's leaving my veins
my memories are also slipping
now i am infinitely smiling
i know my affliction is ending

with death, i purely suffice
nothing will ever surprise
just like an old broken butterfly
i fade 'till i die.

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