It is a season of grief. 
The sadness pins me down
like an anchor from the gods.
The days pass in a blur –
leaving behind pieces
that do not make a whole. 

It is an era of loss. 
I shake hands
and tear hearts
and do not recall any of it.
People surge in and fade away.
All that is left of the love
Is the pain. 

It is a tale of decay. 
I feel myself
metamorphose
into an apparition.
I can no longer fathom
The gravity of my collapse. 

It is a roulette of the inevitable. 

The darkness closes in
and then
i am oblivion.