It Haunts

It is not getting older,

It is not getting softer,

It is not getting unknown,

It is not getting distant,

It has been years of separation,

It has been a reminder of sorrow,

It has been a symbol of weaker me,

It has been a symbol of my innocence,

Your voice,

Yes,

Your voice,

It is a perfect example of how nectar can become poison,

Like a medicine can cause harm after the expiry date,

Your Voice,

It became dementor for me,

It focuses on cutting my strong cells,

Your Voice,

It leaves darkness wherever I stay,

It engraves on my white soul as a black mark,

Your voice,

It haunts me to run between life and death.