The omniscient of my wraith.

— a yearning soul unknowingly watching the scene of its last moment.

Pinterest.

splattered crimson scattered widely over the canvas,
paint brushes sculptured out of limbs and skin,
the echoes of "me" brushed beneath the ideas,
unending chaos rushed in between.

the shallow of the deep sea in which I feared
the sunset’s stuck, the moon arose,
my hands were trembling as the blade teared.
clouded with chaos, serenity froze.

sonorous mourns kneeling for calvary,
grief besieged, contrites reverberate,
bloodstains covered the cloth achingly,
a vanished soul yearning to conciliate.

candle light coveting to flare,
gale headed to the luminosity,
skin conflagrated, the blaze inept to compare.
obscuring the capacity of the sequestered capability.

I hear footsteps headed towards the cliff,
the silhouette lunging oneself,
ringing the words "maybe" and "if",
eyes widened in shock, realizing "is that.. myself?"