Echoes rise from the hollow stone,
chanting
where shadows kneel in silence.
The ruins breathe with ancient promises,
and every wall remembers
a love bound beyond flesh,
a flame that burns without mercy,
a vow etched in blood and ash.
Two souls torn, yet never apart
A sacred wound that will not close
Devotion beyond decay.
We walk as pilgrims in the dark,
carrying a love that cannot perish.
And, in the echoes of eternity, the vow endures.
© Diana Mistera
We walk on the ruins of yesterday,
beneath cathedrals shattered by silence.
Ghosts bleed from the broken glasses,
their faces carved in crimson rain.
Shadows kneel like fallen saints,
clutching the dust of forgotten vows.
The angels are hollow statues,
their marble wings cracked and stained.
The never forgotten love burns
like a candle drowning in its own wax.
It drips through the corridors of night,
leaving scars on the stones we tread
and the silence roars where pain screams
We walk with ghosts
through ruins veiled in funeral smoke.
And in the heart of this endless dark,
even hope is a wound that falls apart
and comfort is not
not even in the midst of the lost and found.
Nothing seems enough
I dream about you, but I aching for more
and the demon inside is reading the epitaph
to be carved on my tombstone as a mantra.
I keep stumbling on the same patterns
struggling with my ghosts
getting lost all over again
in a heart shaped labyrinth.
Nostalgic, or maybe because the moon was full
I tasted the winter and it followed me at home
and now I walk on thin ice
knowing not
when it will crack under me
nor who will grab me when I'm falling
now that I have let you go.
©Diana Mistera 9.7.2025
Some days aren't easy
others are hard
and some don't come at all
and these are those that feel like forever
Some days I feel like a Phoenix
others I am carved in ice
and everything feels like frozen
beside my own thoughts.
Some days I am longing for silence
others I pray to let go
in the end, all I want is peace
Peace in my mind
Peace in my heavy heart
that became heavier while the years went by
In the end
I just miss the lightness I used to have
when everything was hoping for the best to come
Now...
the tiredness is beating my being down
and I feel like I've lost all my bullets,
I've lost the core of my existence.
© Diana Mistera 2024
I turn my eyes and count to seven
angels cry at every corner
while love is beaten from the pain and fear
love letters travelling into thousands bites
losing their power when reached the screen.
Words don't find the lonely hearts
that are alive only in a artificial dreams
made of pulses and wires.
© Diana Mistera somewhere around the Universe
I am looking at you form far away
and not feeling you anymore.
You look back at me
but those eyes are from a stranger.
All the tears I have cried
all the sleepless nights
distorted lullabies buried in too many whys.
And time goes by and purged.
The heart and soul heals
and I now continue my journey alone
but not lonely.
I turn for a moment and
you are like a distorted mirage
under an ash rain
I am hearing the whispers
and all I can see is a phantom
that no longer haunts me.
© Diana Mistera 13.02.2023
It feels that everything, just turn in the other way
Hopes left the place to what I feared most
my heart once fulfilled with love
now bitterly turned to stone.
Signs and synchronicity I cursed
there was a time I had believed in them
and to heartache is where they had led.
My laughter turned into a grin
my dreams slowly died.
Lights faded away
the darkest hour of the soul was roaring
facing my darkest day.
Ice cold truth, pierced my heart and eyes
the veil fell down
and every joyful memory
became a pain inside.
I looked at you, from within the mirror
and
what the mirror was reflecting
was a stranger I wished I had never known
or loved.
© Diana Mistera 11.10.2022
