Bitter-Sweet Recollection

The speaker in the transcription expresses deep sorrow and longing for a lost love. They feel rejected and haunted by memories. They search for light but feel hopeless. The pain is described as tearing their soul apart and leaving them in a state of desolation. The speaker longs for the love they once had, even in death. They feel empty and devoid of any emotional connection. The transcription ends with a sense of yearning and a feeling of being stuck in a state of sadness and longing. A mournful wind blows through my days, weeping with dejection, for blithesome memories can never soothe the pain of rejection. Sorrow strokes my heart as it curses redolent reflection of halcyon hours which haunt in bittersweet recollection. I wander aimlessly, searching for light in corridors of cold refrain. It is but a hopeless endeavour from which I must abstain. Spectres float through vaporous veils of soft autumnal rain which desperately fails to wash away that indelible stain. Midnight clandestinely draws its deep purple drapes as with sharp and torturous talons my soul it rapes, tearing it to tattered shreds, dripping with blood, scarlet as velvet petals of a delicate rosebud. Tears wash your heart downstream, floundering as it drifts. No candle lights my night-time which through the hourglass shifts, recalling when I had your love, the most precious of all gifts. Yet even death itself between us can cause no rifts. My heart has become a shard on earth, bereft of salvation, where the bones of our desire rest in desolation, and memories of your touch lie in ashes of cremation, my repining soul bereft of any sentient sensation. A bleak chill kisses my skin, which aches for caress, as my body yearns once more to sweetly effloresce. I stand alone in repining shadows of a whimpering woe, holding fast to a love which has nowhere to go.