Year 2014. A teenager's mistake, a lover's regret.
Like the grim’s scythe,
That craves for a clean slice,
Yesterday’s regret
Rips my soul like a thread
Frayed off and wretched.
Like a hooded silhouette
That lurks in the intersect
Between eternal torment and death,
Yesterday’s regret
Grows at the back of my heart,
Silently breaking me in the dark
Till I’m better off dead
But agonises me alive instead.
Like a malicious shadow
That replaces my own,
Yesterday’s regret
Follows where I tread;
Permeates into my dreams
And manifest into nightmares so obscene.
I am imprisoned in this phase,
Like a skeleton mask of raze
Burned onto the flesh of my face.
The Ghost of Yesterday
Stalks me as its last prey,
Haunts me when the night strays
And feasts on my being as I lifelessly decay…