Annulment Ruin Speaking /||||

Winter heart, does it dream of melting ?

There's a long legged girl at this porcelain gate, she greets me, while promising anything i want is mine.

Patience. Perseverance. Power. Promise, me.

It gets lonely standing but more pointless if i stand in a storm without a purpose. How did i wander into this storm blindfolded ?

Was it within my power to stop it, was it a lack of patience that provoked the anger, no belief to continue is what broke our promise.

Was there something i could of done to reclaim control.
Am i standing steady or slowly sinking on ground i was never certain of.

Memory of old tombs, the echoing of triumph.
The years and cold defeat linger deep.

Contemptuous towards a superior.
You won't beat me this time.

Is the wish souly to be accepted still, or has that idea gone stale.

Disassociated.

Guess it is time to say goodbye my friend. i'll try so hard not to say.