I'd, revive

the clandestine remarks
hovering over my head round.
clothed with sensations
coloured blue, pale and brown.

the chimes of time tick away,
surging onto the land it seeks.
i lay down as a gawker
oblivious to the havoc it wreaks.

a hum of cry cuts my heart
a sudden rush of pain it spells.
like million spears taped to one
a melancholy song it impels.

as the sun sinks down its bed
the moon glows to its skills
an unclaimed thought grips me hard
spitting out a wave of chills.

i disguise myself to believe
the agony soon would scatter.
if only would it be you throughout
none of these would matter.
your presence in me, i feel,
only spreads too greater.