Laughing at Me

Submissively falling into an array of bizarre silhouettes,
chanting persistent ideas of fidelity,
looking intimately, seeing the perished piece.

I'm captivated by a familiar glow, one I often run from.
Spoiled memories and tainted images,
impairing my thoughts and predicted future.

Like a ticking time bomb that stopped, just seconds from exploding,
I'm lost in time,
silently beating as every day passes
for my love is timeless.