Whispers

Here come the last whispers of a broken soul…
Trying to bury in the sand what happened so long ago..
From now on everything that walks into my heart will walk alone.
This drained love and hope out of me,
From now I can only look to the ground, unable to see, the heavens above me..
Losing all positive emotion, trying to hold on to the wrong devotion..
Two versions of the events did not suffice, but three appeared to be enough...
Understanding has come over me,
But I guess I am too late as I see, how eyes are blind and ears are deaf for the last plea..
No heart is left in me,
Walking alone to see what I destroyed so mindlessly..
Combining everything into an essence of torn up wishes, dreams and self created despair,
I should probably grab my things and wander off to nowhere,
Sink away into the sand, melt below the sun, or even become one with the waves..
Ironic, how the final blow comes out of my own weapon gallery,
How I have wounded myself with my own artillery.
I used to be so rational, so calm, how did I make myself become so arrogant, so quickly judging?
Could have known that this would happen, in the end everything always slips through my fingers.
Why do I always destroy things so thoroughly, so when I try to restore them its beyond repair?
I guess I will never learn, despite regrets.
Some things never change.
But that does not change the longing for that what once was,
The thing I threw away into the fire,
Where it now burns...