Taken in stride where no other bides swift swelling of the heart In beauty lives the fragile frame, a ticking clock while the mind searches in fruitless abandon
One moment in time, a false hope. No home gone forsaken in what was offered to lead way onto way and moving forward Leak leisure as words fail falling through cracks in the ceiling Crawl away with sweet suffering smiles burning inside with the prickly wonder that will not fade To this minute, this very second yield nothing
Perfect in the resolution of these sentiments to forbear with unanswered patience these cries of longing. Feeding fear in endless wells of obscurity where shadows march in time Bringing in them the full sorrow of an empty soul There is no sunshine in the wind.
Howl for the mighty honor of being the loudest Arrogance disguised as intelligence a waltzing masque full of pretty ribbons and bourbon breath No eyebrow raised this day Not in any day that shades life lived fully.
Question not as others have this silent broken mind, dwelling in the rank depths of ignorance and despair No hope for the faithful, no pause for the weary. This shallow life is a silent tragedy played on a stage full of Juliets and souls are lost among the quickening heartbeats.