Because of You

I remembered your face,
The one that I loved.
Still having the faith
To yield to the mystery.

Your face was beautiful,
No one would call it cold, mute, material.
No one could remember it
Without gaining faith in the mystery.

But soon the mysteries died
Of self-denial and self-annihilation.
Which are best honest and truthful,
But which often deny
Or profane the mysteries they serve.

Death-eating,
Dirt-loving
Purge of such fascinations,
Such living corruptions.
The paradox of my fiction.
Playing actions against ideas
Which my language chiefly serves.

Because of you
I learnt nothing lasts forever
Because heart can change only truth remains.

Because of you
I learnt life
Is not bound by time.

Because of you
I learnt that love
Doesn't exist.

I have become a smoke,
Formless, voiceless, emotionless.
And will eventually vanish
Deeply into nothingness and oblivion.