Relived, remembered, reborn:

Churning deep within the pit

near emotion's prison gate:

Bottled up deep inside,

the storm is raging east.

Towards the setting sun

to pour out endless deep.

Wasting away into the depths

of heartless, cruel reality.

Exhausted, searching death

in restless haunted sleep.

Weights pulling life and ash

on heavy burdened hearts

and minds of longing solitude.

Evanescent water rolling

down curves of fragile skin

and darkened eyes, result in

relived, remembered, reborn

emotions of a broken heart.