The fragile rip of wounded heart
Awaits the death not long apart
The tears awaken empty hope
The darkness bids me only grope
Along the paths of murky woe
Shadows seem thicker than I would know
How close to solemn drought I dream
To quench my breath and purge me clean
But no, this liquid finds me not
My thoughts grow red and my heart goes hot
Avoidance of these pleasures seems
To not lessen the gravity of these things
That make each day seem darker
So I set my mind in marker
To remember these hopeless charades
And to wear my favorite facades
Because really, who cares?
