From Exodus to Elegy

Decrepit a map of an imaginary country on the veins of my hands,
and let me rest my heart on a mysterious illness lost in the sands.
A black mirror won’t display my mortal reflection,
ratifying a truth that invokes your wistful demolition.

Alluring the cryptic illusions from the ghost of a lover,
I will embrace the memories in my solemn iris of promised forever.
Renegade against these ardent grief and hold my heart in yours,
feel this forlorn calamity cradling me with a sordid force.

Show me a door that opens to the sky so I may set you free,
eluding me to believe that you are my quaint emissary.
With the special smile in your eyes I know you’re saying goodbye,
reverberating against a dense fog that persuades me to cry,

A broken radio echoes the silence in my subconscious,
heaving ample quietude of misanthropic resplendence.
I will descend in my own utopia of lovelorn lunacy,
weaving a hidden passageway from exodus to elegy.