So much I have left to say,
crumpled, craft worn paper in tired hands,
inconvienient plans,
a new reassurance, a new Renaissance, a new reality,
chemicallly induced, proof read minds
once dazzled by a sublte brilliance,
now having a rendezvous in waste,
bomb blasted blueprints buried in haste,
Tears sizzling apon cultured concepts scorched by faithless dreams,
a prelude to an eternal damnation,
lovers shouting NEVER AGAIN, and again they never learn,
inconvienient truths,
sun tilting, waxen roses wiltling, a lovely facade,
a prop, an image of a false reality,
thoughts of you stored away,
with so much left to be said,
so much I refuse to say,
Artificial lights revealing the age lines
forming on a Mona Lisa smile,
faces fermenting under an unrelenting pessimism,
lovers passively resisting optimism,
no one to utter my name,
Islands of incessant doubt harboring shadows
that digest my animosity,
generosity abused,
silent screams, primal dreams,
inquires to spirits faling to resuscitate
a heart racked with strain,
a heart defined by acrimonious assaults,
accepting fault,
my faults, no one's fault, but my own,
faith faltering, purity of love committed
to the fire of misbegotten desire,
a loveless heart, a stark landscape,
a void called simply fate,
memories escape as a perordained pain returns,
a heart burns,
reduced to ashes, now carried by the winds
to a place where light refuses to reside