Remission Is Nine Letters

An earthquake across
Your dormitory floor
Clinging to the Lights
The night brings the Day
In less, In what seems like seconds
I stopped feeling at all
It was the world distorted grey

I had died
Yet You live like
The lovers You adopted weren't
The cause of it

I stopped counting days
And now years have gone by
Still sitting on Your bed
With no excuse to survive the winter

I doubt You even miss Her
Because if someone misses You
How can You explain to the reflection
Why You make life around everyone near
Such a burden To Deal with
When You are the only one creating
This reality for Yourself

Hell is a manifestation of
Man's insatiable desire for a place
To live wicked
Even sinners need shelter too

You shall be welcomed a Queen no more
No longer will I think of Your name
I'll bury the thoughts of You in
Unmarked plot of land
I'll visit rarely

I say that now
But I plan to dig deep
To grow trees there so something
Good will come of it
Returning often to mend and nurture
To see how strong We
Have become without You