My Cherished Nothing

i am

now but a faded picture

to your everything

a mere shadow lurking

around your memory



i am

now just a trampled seed

that if given the chance

to flourish - would bear

fruits of fear agony

tragedy



you are

the unchanging doctrine

of my youth

the haunting element

of my dream

and all my hidden truth



you are

still the angel

who shed her wings for me

and lived inside the vagueness

of my tragic parody



you are

still the muse that

clads my harmonic ring

my shortlived salvation

my ever

cherished nothing


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