Wrenching lonely hearts plunge into the abyss
moaning over sleepless nights
With concrete weights attached to their wrists
and they cling to the tapestries of days spent
Coming up with endless theories of how or why
they were reduced to this
Beating their chest hoping the ache would forfeit
and the physical stain leaves the worst hunger pains
Graveling for a crumb of red velvet cake
Shaken to the core in the wake of a bed that's occupied no more
Twisting in the sheets
on the hooves of love's defeat
Playing beats to ease the tension
in desperate search of redemption but
within those late hours there's nothing but darkness
Wishing endlessly that they could depart from
the trials faced in rejection
Perspectives blackened and scorched
by a lover's torch