A shattered shell of my former self.
I was whole once, it was us once.
Now we are but a hollowed husk,
Lying lifeless beneath the brush.

Evening breezes softly sing by the ear.
Leaves dance about like marionettes.
Frolicking to their individual tune they go.
Ending after the frost begins at the soft song of the first snow.

The flakes gracefully flip and twirl through the open air.
Laying with their brethren upon the still leaves,
They rest until they awaken from a warm, glistening sun.
And again, flowers begin to blow kisses to the sky.

Memories glistening as they drift downstream,
Distance causing them to gleam.
Thoughts drifting through on a moonlit night,
Dreams tied to the string of a runaway kite.

Baby be mine
Til we see the end of time
Wash away like tears in the rain.

Darlin' tis true
That I've loved you
Since you came dancin' to me through the rain.

Dear can't you see
As I sit upon a knee
That you have taken me out from the rain.

Beautiful you know
As we age and our roses grow
Our flowers were born from the rain.

Angel I weep
As you turn to sleep
And my tears now fall down like the rain.

The heart desires to stay
Hoping to catch a glimpse of what once was.
It must beat to a new rhythm,
The accompaniment has gone astray.
A solo act must be played
Until a suitable heart walks amongst us.
It must repair the schism
That pulls apart the heart today.

Illusions of grandeur, spoon-fed to the youth.
Blinders cloak their unsuspecting eyes from truths.
The masquerade of the masses,
Misinformation spreads through the classes.

"You can be what you desire to be",
How maniacal can one cliche be?
Kids, it's just that easy.
No effort or self-discipline needed, and all you need is a degree.

Real-life is much stranger than fiction.
The depiction of the world couldn't be more of a mask.
Slough all that you've heard, there will be afflictions.
Or, continue and join the world's soporific masque.

A wind glides across the brow
A cauterizing of the brain has begun
A cool rushes forth and fills the body
Lips bubble out no words
Sensations no longer linger
A solemn pit fills your heart
Silence fills the soul

Buss, we must.
Death is with us.