Intoxicated by constant pessimism,
I've thrived along continual sentiment extrication;
Losing seas of well ridden thoughts ending across chastism,
A lovely catastrophe for a bereaved chance, desiring a soul's amotion.

Silver daggers of words slowly sinking deep with crude,
Leaving me grasping for a golden rope to hold on to;
Noir evil clouds filled with repressed memories, feinting to allude;
Murdering slowly, coalescing a suicide plot to end a thing or two.

A bleeding lot shattered and left behind,
When you kissed my lips with such lust and endeavor.
Only meaning to part a mark and confuse my mind;
I wished for long beats of love but it was only a game nothing more.

Tongue tied forever I will be,
Yearning for several firsts together that will never come.
Until death takes our souls and lets me see;
That our hearts once beat together for one another like rain drums.