The ferocious hands of fate push me gently yet mercilessly me into becoming a pallid shell of a man.
A crumbling mausoleum of faded memories residing in my heart shatters all the edges of my stoicism.
Time passes slowly to a man trapped by nightmares inside a forlorn brick cage, simply unable to fly free.
I can see the garden of eden living inside a woman's smile before she abandons me in brimstone streets.
There are soft distorted melodies between the endless amounts of the harsh choruses of gnashing teeth.
There have been no words more sordid words spoken since the foolish final loud yet silent foolish goodbye.
All of my daily nightmares are enlaced with the makings of pleasant golden wishful and merry dreams.
Oh how I long for beautiful eastern maidens, long arid desert nights, and a love that I just can’t ever find.
In the depths of sleep between the screams and cold sweats I feel hope dashed amongst the wicked things.