Sitting in my silence of solitude,
I won't spark a conversation.
Won't fight if I'm the exclude,
I'll be fine with this isolation.
I know I won't become that focal point,
For I'm much too afraid I'll disappoint.

Art pictured in motion, walking elegance.
Words you give life, monocle syllables
Beauty captivatingly imprinted, portraits stared.

Words gliding from your Cherrie lips, mesmerizingly eloquent
Intoxicated my heart listening, convinced by its eloquence
You my wish granted, an answered prayer.

Boastful our love drenched in splendour, Our love grandiloquent
I loved you in past lives, Aphrodite seems envious.
Saving Grace, pulled my soul from despair.

Life burns
We die
Our wick may be castrated
Or stretched to an ungodly length
Regardless
Life burns

I want to die
I'm afraid to experience
'No life'
Many are waiting
I have many to greet
But
Life goes on
Death goes on
Purgatory is greener than both
But
The taste of stale fire
The last taste being rust
Regrets look on me as I spiral