TW: Mental Health Disorders
Sometimes it isn't the other person who has created circumstances that force you to let them go, but what feels like fate's decree. All you can wish then is for no misunderstanding during your final goodbye. You know that this person- who is so significant to you- may misapprehend your intentions and sentiments. No common words could bring them to see that you don't mean them harm, that this isn't to hurt them. They still mean something to you. "Woeful Reverie" is about fearing that miscommunication could potentially have irreversible implications.
I'm staring out the windows
Of our reverie
At the misty clear future
I was always never ready for
These floors covered with blankets
These walls filled with carvings, tapestries and our hues
Your soul always ready to envelop me
Will all bleed
The blood reaching for my hands, my eyes
Would I be able to wade past it to you?
Would my hands know how to soothe your wounds new and old?
Would the blood taint your vision?
Or would you see me draped in black cloaks?
Ivy constricting my tongue, my heart, my hands
Would I be able to drain the blood from your eyes?
Will you see my hands and heart are as soft
For you as they ever were?
I wish to leave your shoulders blanketed with faith
Life will move us past our woeful reverie
And we'd be nothing but a silver stitched in our books
Nothing but a miracle
Can save us from the thorns in my heart
Nothing but divinity
Can crack through reality
And write us back in our books