Her promises shine golden
His intent rings true
But when forced to the grindstone
Everything falls through.

Can we blame them?
The charade society provokes
Through ***-fuelled propaganda and sappy envelopes
Has written off all stench of decay.

Drug-induced perspective renders each romance fresh
Blinding one to the maggots eroding its flesh
Where people **** to conceal their pain
And persist in vain
To shape the ghost of a dream.

Long after ******
The facts emerge.
Couples gape at their necrotic afterbirth.
They don't understand the futility
Of simply coping.

Gone is hoping
For something beyond the physical.

There's nothing mystical
About mindless lust
Or the relationships scattered to dust
In its wake.