Do images of I appear in her thoughts?



Or simply the fostering of quaint fantasies?



Through all pandemonium paramour is sought



Though warded within profound secrecy





Frantic I plea for reprieve



To recover voluminous wounds



Renounce excuse to grieve



Slaughter the walls of this cocoon





'Tis never known where time will guide us



Underneath the sun she soaked hollow promises



Issuing surreal decrees decayed of trust



To romantic encounters she remains a novice





Genuine amour long since faded



Perennial you've become jaded