Rekindles the smoldering rudiment fragrances,
Somewhere tearing apart the past rag.
Like the burdening being,
Wafting up the interstices inside
With the anomalies of my being,
Indescribable, indifferent, at times tormenting.
With a guilt worth celebrating
Comes a soul to be possessed
Capability defining captivity
Matching the dead living inside
Nourishing the vapouring interstitial hopes,
Semblent wafers resonant day and night
My memories painted dark,
So is the bordered canvass
Lights up, lifting, and lightning
The transient existence of this eerie,
For the moments gazes meet
A struggle to move and dream begins,
Begging the semblent to be true
Unlike the ghosts of her semblance.