The veiled sun.

My shadow has left me for time, and now dither for the sun to rise. They say the 'sun also rises,' but it is veiled,  and i am the voidness of human life. i am mere and not my own self, a pity life, a poor disguise of happiness. I am that shattered cursed mirror you won’t ever feel the love to look at. And reflect yourself, and never see your reflection back. Today, I am empty; tomorrow I shall be tale, like the lonely Shepheard and the troubled maze. I am tragedy as it was written. I am a disgrace as it was proven. Lost love likened to a lost soul; l lost her kisses, and I lost myself evermore. My existence, my love, all to be obliterated with time, like I wish her memories had when she confessed she was done and I was never to be her ‘one’. The disgrace in me tells me to die; slit the throat with the butcher's knife. The hope howls for another cry. But me I know I am destined for ‘one’: one lonely room with my fresh Corpse, unclothed