Goodbye

(This is the first post on my own blog. 

I wrote it a long time back, and feels

kind of kiddishly angsty now.

But I like it - for its one-line metaphors, 

and mostly for the shape of 

its whole text : It looks like a guitar :B )

You are my past, with your locust heart

You are the rust in my brain

You are the tempest in my spine

You are the virus of faith in love

You are the poison in my gut

You are the adamant tear that stands the fire of time

You are the bane of my once full smile

You are the sadness in my fate

You are the silence in my rage

You are the leech in your frown

You are the knife to my bare chest

You are the time in a prison cell

You are the brew to hope for misery

You are the fog enveloping me in your bog

You are the darkness drowning all my light

You are the weakness seeping in my limbs

You are the taste of salt on a wound

You are the anti-thesis to all that I claim

You are the desolation of my sun

So watch me run

I'll lose you now

Swooning to electric and drum

I'm burning a tomorrow today

With the fire in rum.

Goodbye.

(PS : better if you pause after every 'You are the' routine.)