Haunted Lullaby

Just another one of those "I can't escape" poems.

Haunted Lullaby

My endless tears fall like bitter rain
as the hour grows dark and I
think of the distant past
and the memories
you haunt.

Passing through
the silver mirror of fate,
the impossible reflection darkens
to let only ashes of who we used to be
seep through the endless cracks of sorrow.

I am bound to this world of pain by a tie
that twists and cuts my soul,
leaving it to bleed
crimson rivers
of agony
and loss.

Here, I feel
all the heartache I hold
manifest into darkener shadows,
gracefully dancing to a haunted lullaby
that only hold the visions of a past I left behind.