Pseudo Bliss

The cold breeze whispers my own fate
Silhouettes of promises fade
As he utter the word goodbye
Pain can't be cured by lullaby

Crying, trying, hoping for might
Darkness swallows the shades of light
While mind is fresh and tears gone red
Life must stop, stabbing heart to mend

Tick tack tick tack, draining vein folds
"Hurt by love," as I speak the words
Curving lips and being at ease
Covered face with a pseudo bliss