Hear the emptiness deep within
There are echos of grief and sin
All the petals now are finally gone
The thorns rip like the words to a song
And all that is sacred is bled
And it's dead  
No one cares  
And nothing's said

The moments are boulders in your head
Avalanching from the lies you said
And the winter's warmth is false comfort
The winds chide and howl in retort .
And all that once was you
Has flown
South by Southwest
Now is unknown

And the children laugh and play
Oblivious to the pain's display
And you wonder of a poem in Blue
A distant path you once knew
And the tempuous
Tides have changed
For the once courageous . . .
Now deranged