Note: This is something I wrote a while ago, but I noticed I'd never posted it. I wrote this after I'd lost my fiancee. It was inspired by some Shakespeare works, so in order to really understand the imagery, keep that in mind. Anguish The bloody knife glistens in the morning dew The mind awakens to a world anew The soul has been cut and ripped from its harbour Against the silent screams of the heart in arbour No more shall the crystal tears cascade In the reverie of the pained facade Only life in its fleeting gaze Shall kiss the memories of the effortless days Farewells are common in the land of dust The knowledge, the strength, the singly trust This sanity shatters against the barren crust No more, no more shall this weapon bring! Against the deafening roar the angel sings In life, in death the spirit weeps In silent smiles it lets the darkness creep Serenity shows it does not remain As the tears subside and leave their train I ponder in which is the path to take And heed this anguish in my wake Confessions of a life left dull In its empty, loveless, lonely hull There is not knife upon my breast No blood that’s spilt, no marks upon this chest A vacant echo, but resound the name Of the purity, the poverty, a life in vain In which a cast upon my heart The anguish builds the aching starts The life drawn image of smiles and dance A one last hope, a lucky chance Of that I see my path less clear Than the anguish left, still rotting here.