Wake
and see silent cycling
through moons mourning months long gone

gone like bright dawns of broken blossoms
or shattered eyes and rehearsed lies whispered
words to working hearts with broken parts

and broken promises, honestly it's overrated
contemplated, pre-meditated harm, cuts on the arm
loving lips laced with charm

would you call it ******? Sanity gone further
and further from fevered flesh
and fervored hearts ironic, catatonic

catastrophic state of affair, breaths lost in air
to where dare I go now, how do I allow
myself to fall from hovered heights

heavy hearts heaving soft hello's
heavy haze here down below.