Love they said-
then love fell out...

Oh how I loath thee
when I am down on my knees...

The hand of reality is gripping-
at my throat, it will not give in...

Enchanting- to pick a word
however wrong it may be...

Dark-
so dark and cold...

Forever is a mile mark
only to be dreamed about...

Long since infatuation
to much condescending...

Take me into you
your the only thing...

Your condescending gaze...
you know nothing of yourself...

All the Roses have died
Shriveled and gone...

I said good bye to daddy,
as I packed the car to leave...

My thoughts are a jamble-
gamble on this feeling...