Perfunctory affections showered on me are hollow and devoid of the essence that can mend the wounds. The pouring rain of promises do not quench my endless thirst. All hopes are demolished in a phrase, all flames are smothered, the fragile sky falls, everything is undone. The dusty remnants are scattered on the inconsistent gale. Tomorrow cannot erase today, nor yesterday's slaughtering of a spirit. Culpability is not so simply repressed or forgotten, particularly while the corpse of all that was still sits rotting in your lap. Gently whispered beckoning to life cannot stir the spark for only intense electricity can reignite the broken heart.