Provocateur

This is just merely prelusive agony
Another delusion of my tormented mind
Lured upon one's own narrown pride and prejudice
Of void insensitivity, ears bleeding deafening
That intense feeling of quintessence flowing through my veins
Still the only rational philosophy my mind could apprehend
The imperviousness of your voice
Embellished my sentiments with wretched sorrow
The unwavering torrents of bursting woes had me banished
Into this vast blackhole of forlorn ambiguity
Do I deserve this sullen fate of ceaseless lamentation?
These worldly ornaments altogether
Shall never equal the depths of your worth
But complacency devoured wholly the virtue left in me
Eaten all up my sanity
My years are puffing merrily away
And I finally trudged into this bitter realization
I'm doomed to dwell on memories
Long time ago, of one sweet yesterday