FALLEN

Your silhouette burns

where the candles misbehave.

The wind whispers through

every step I take,

and I have learned

that solitude is true.

I stared into the void,

and it stared back at me—

a fractured mirror

of celestial decay.

Every reflection screams

that I shouldn't be here,

making me question:

Was the fall ever mine?

I reached for my wings,

detached them,

unveiling my forbidden skin.

My golden feathers

have turned to ashes.

My halo is already gone.

Heaven's gates

forever closed.

The flames burn

between my thighs,

begging for the fire

that once tamed

the darkness I became.

Still, it calls your name.

and I forever fall

just to hear you begging.

The longing for your blood

will never cease.

For even without my wings,

even with Heaven behind me,

I still remember

how you made me burn.

And I fall—

and fall—

and fall.

©Diana Mistera

BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN

 I keep your promises like a loaded gun,

And fire them into dreams before the dawn.

The fading night still echoes what you’ve done,

A shadow tracing where your warmth has gone.

In every sudden silence, you remain

A heavy ghost inside the empty space.

I linger on the borderlands of pain,

Where lost and found are impossible to trace.

The twilight blurs the edges of the room,

Your voice, a whisper in the evening haze.

A phantom echo drifting through the gloom,

To trap me in the labyrinth of your gaze.

Two reckless hearts that spin around, undone,

I stop pretending everything is fine.

I’d rather break beneath a rising sun

Than end this endless sake of yours and mine.

The daylight bleeds across the bedroom floor,

To sweep away the wreckage of the night.

Yet still, I brace against the closing door,

And surrender to the ghost I cannot fight.

©Diana Mistera

THE QUESTION THAT REMAINS

 I swallowed stars

and still remain unfit.

I smile at the wrongs

until despair becomes my home.

I pray to find my way back home,

but my prayers get lost in eternity.

You know, time is a liar,

wearing hundreds of mortal masks.

Along the way, the void

became what you called soul.

Existence became a wound

that never bled,

and the blade is what drives it home.

And in the drift of days,

I am a question

that still remains unfold.

©Diana Mistera 

ETERNAL LOVE

The moon reveals

what daylight tries to hide.

My thirst is older

than the stars above,

an eternal love

that time cannot erase.

Still, I remain—

aching beyond eternity,

loving beyond death,

forever reaching for you

through every life

the universe allows.

©Diana Mistera

OUTSIDE THE GATES

 Outside the gates,

I counted to seven—

and I fell down.

My memories still intact,

I looked around and felt:

”this is not my world.”

Since when did love become

illegal, wanted, indiscriminate?

My will, will not survive in here.

I see eyes full of fear,

full of tears,

as if something is missing.

Everyone is alone.

Everybody is a stranger.

And I wonder…

Does anybody feel

my heart,

my love?

And then I understood:

What is missing

is what they seek.

©Diana Mistera

DO YOU HEAR ME STILL?

 Do you hear me still,

somewhere beyond the silence?

Do you feel my heart

when it whispers your name?

If this love is forever,

why does it hurt so much?

Why does every memory

still tremble beneath my touch?

I hold on to the moments

we promised would never fade,

to every “always,” every “forever,”

to the dreams our hearts once made.

But forever feels lonely

when I’m holding it alone.

And love can be beautiful

even when it breaks your home.

So I keep asking the darkness,

hoping somehow you’ll hear:

If our love was meant to last,

why does losing you feel so near?

Maybe forever isn't time.

Maybe it’s what love leaves behind—

a voice that stays in the silence,

a name that lives in the mind.

Do you hear me still?

I’m still here, somehow.

If this love is forever,

maybe I’m learning how

to love you without holding you,

to remember without pain,

and to let forever be forever—

even if you never come again. 

© Diana Mistera

ANSWER

I asked the universe

if I should let you go.

I waited in silence,

with my heart suspended

The pendulum swayed,

slow, solemn

and stopped on no.

But the truth

arrived before the answer.

Because even if the universe

had whispered yes,

even if the whole sky

had asked me to let you go,

I wouldn’t have been able to.

You are in my soul.

You are my soul.

How do you let go

of a part of yourself?

How do you untie

what has become your roots?

This is not love that rests lightly 

it is love that dwells within.

And what dwells within

cannot be torn away 

it simply is. 

©Diana Mistera 

A PERFECT STRANGER

A perfect stranger

Looks back at me from the mirror,

Eyes like mine but colder,

A hollow flame flickering where my soul should be.

It steals my shadow

And walks my footsteps,

Tracing paths I thought were mine,

Filling my rooms with whispers

That taste like my own name.

I scream, but my voice

Is swallowed by glass,

And my hands pass through the reflection

As if it were smoke.

It wears my skin,

Learns my laugh,

Sleeps in my bed,

And eats my meals,

A ghost learning to live in my life.

I wake to find it waiting,

Smiling in the mirror with patience I cannot match.

Each day I shrink,

A fading silhouette behind its rising presence,

My memories dripping into its eyes.

And one night, I vanish completely,

The stranger steps out,

Perfect in every line,

Walking my streets,

Living my life,

While I linger

Only in the darkness

Behind the glass,

A shadow of a self

That never existed.

©Diana Mistera 

NIGHTBOUND

 And here we are again,

at the precise threshold where shadows congeal

and the night stills its breath.

There is no wonder left in our gaze:

we have been waiting for one another

since before memory.

Your summons asks no mercy.

It slips through me like a slow, devouring fever.

I resist,

yet my flesh knows you

long before my will dares to.

We were never torn apart

only bound by an unseen thread

drawn tight in the dark.

The moon stands full,

a pale and pitiless witness to our returns.

It exposes what I have buried

and delivers you to me

like a beautiful damnation.

Your blue eyes,

deep and perilous as midnight waters,

hold me without haste.

Within your smile sleeps a vow

that refuses the shape of words.

My heart slows,

as though it is yielding to fate.

The love I bear is not made of light.

It is gravity.

It drags me inward,

hollows me,

erases my names.

Every adjective shatters,

every word kneels.

I, who once mastered language,

stand silent before you.

Only the pull remains

the dark magnetism,

the forbidden attraction

throbbing beneath the skin.

You, legend wrought of night,

eternal wanderer of my shadows,

marked me without a touch,

wounded me where no armor exists.

I love you profoundly,

even as I attempt escape,

even as I lose myself to the abyss.

For whatever path I choose,

the night will always return me to you.

©Diana Mistera

DEVOTION

I build this shrine from ashes

each brick carved by my love for you,

each heartbeat laid, a relic to adore.

You are the spark that sings inside my soul,

a flame burning in my chest,

the pulse beneath it.

Each sight, a verse the light remembers.

Stars tremble, and time forgets to move.

Two fires feeding the same desire.

In our gazes, I see our reflection burning

a truth too fierce to stay hidden.

We are fire tasting fire.

Even the dark knew our names,

whispered them like a secret prayer,

a quiet worship between ruin and rebirth.

Even silence hums our name.

In your gaze, I find the divine undone

a pulse, a sigh, a promise breaking open.

No heaven can contain this hunger,

no prayer can tame its flame.

What is love, if not the art of burning

and calling it devotion?

Here, in the burn of our embrace,

I am whole.

So when the night forgets our names,

it will remember our flame.

© Diana Mistera 

OUR STORY ENDS WHERE SHADOWS FOLD

Our story ends where shadows fold:

Where the moon bleeds 

And silence drapes itself over broken windows.

Within words we never spoke and promises that cracked

Collapsing the reality.

Time bends and fractures like a shattered mirror.

The stars retreat,

And in that infinite dark,

All that remains, is the echo of a story

That never truly belonged to the light.

We are echoes,

Bound to the marrow of the dark,

Our words stitched into the void

Like prayers no god will ever hear.

The shadows fold, and fold again,

Until nothing moves 

But the memory of motion.

©Diana Mistera 

DECAY IS A KIND OF DEVOTION

 Whispers like silent screams

around a decay that never ends

The walls remember what the air forgets,

ghosts of breath caught in the dust

and mirrors dream of faces long gone. 

prayers that turned to ash mid-breath.

Time limps through the corridors,

dragging chains of memory and ruin.

peeling itself from the bones of the world.

Every shadow hums a name

no mouth can bear to speak. 

Portraits weep behind their frames,

their eyes aflame with endless dusk

The air tastes of sorrow and dust,

The moon hangs like an open wound,

dripping silver into the cracks of stone,

while memories crawl through the dark,

their fingers made of rust and regret.

In the quiet, something stirs

not life, not death, but the echo between them,

a song too faint to hear,

too loud to ignore

perception fails where truth begins.

© Diana Mistera 

WHISPERS IN THE DREAM

In the hush between stars, I call your name,

a whisper folded in the wings of sleep.

The sky turns soft 

and beneath a moon that never sleeps, I wander.

Each step recalls a vow.

I reach through clouds of half-forgotten light,

through rooms of dream where laughter used to stay.

My voice dissolves, a moth against the night,

a fragile hope that will not fade away.

If love is real, it hides beyond the sound,

of whispers that bloom like ghosts.

I reach out, but feel the frost there, 

where warmth and faith once grew.

The dream is dead.

Your ghost, perhaps, still hears me plead

in aisles where time decays,

where candlelight forgets to bleed,

and roses suffocate  upon their thorns. 

© Diana Mistera 

SACRED ECHOES

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

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.

© Diana Mistera 2025

REVERBERATIONS

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

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

GHOST

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

DARK

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