Withering kiss belittles fate Sultry, affluent, perfection lost a damnation of intent skewed by empty plight
endearing atrophy weaves no ties cut from the crowd whispers seeking place in time Wreaking havoc upon sullen breadth
dreams disguise desire the facade awakens every day the ghostly touch of weightless hands deliverance, mourning truth each dream ached by sunder of hope remiss of such light, I become mired
such calmness and good comes of the night by day, there resides no such kindness by my side I await, forever..
kindness means nothing to those who seek to gain for only themselves; the rest simply do not exist near me. Such desired gentleness goes unheard. I wish to have ever beheld a heart who seeks me on its own, before i go
my dreams lie to me, as if to convey what I need most would ever exist; mocking my will to go forward by sharing a taste of what seems, by now, will never be real