My eyes avoid meeting yours now.

My mind erupts and boils,

My core withdraws,

My soul recoils,

My body wants to flee.

My once-caring hands rise without my will

to choke you whenever you are nearby.

Amidst the memories from the past,

of my finding succour within your bosom,

listening to our heartbeats sitting beside you,

Either in silence or in darkness every evening, like it is now.

All of that was left behind three thousand days ago.

That lily-pool has become a cesspool now.

Your smile of contentment now bares fangs,

Your tongue is black and forked,

The hand that once caressed me feels like a slithering krait.

This is the story of something

that gave me a feeling of weightless soaring,

What others call falling.My eyes avoid meeting yours now.

My mind erupts and boils,

My core withdraws,

My soul recoils,

My body wants to flee.

My once-caring hands rise without my will

to choke you whenever you are nearby.

Amidst the memories from the past,

of my finding succour within your bosom,

listening to our heartbeats sitting beside you,

Either in silence or in darkness every evening, like it is now.

All of that was left behind three thousand days ago.

That lily-pool has become a cesspool now.

Your smile of contentment now bares fangs,

Your tongue is black and forked,

The hand that once caressed me feels like a slithering krait.

This is the story of something

that gave me a feeling of weightless soaring,

What others call falling.