The Dragonfly

Have you ever seen a dragonfly in its final hour,

Clinging onto a wall slowly losing balance & power?
Even though its wings are shattering with decay,
It just keeps on bumping unto the light above,
Clearly a sign of desperation to breathe another day,
And surely hoping to fly up high again like a dove.

Flying around me with all of its remaining strength,
Gives me an impression of its great desire to live,
A total opposite of my shadowy null wyrm I believe.

Thoughts of you used to inspire me greatly,
But now whenever you appear he gnashes within me,
Every time he does that his eyes & smile glares black,
The same sounds of silence that echoes back to back.

But when he misses you too much I shiver in my sleep,
On my own bed I could feel myself being buried very deep,
Sometimes I need to scratch my chest to warm my heartbeat,
It helps me to suppress the coming blizzard with enough heat.

Though you are just another human to me,
Your natural charm is simply undeniable,
I hope your wings can embrace his melancholy,
With patience one day he'll stop being a love rebel.

Can you wilt away his darkening wings?
Like a newborn dragonfly breaking out of its cocoon,
He too can soon grow new ones magnificently,
Only then...he won't end up like the lifeless dragonfly beside me.

p/s: curtin text books' price are seriously too expensive! ><