Ah, as the day fades there is a lack of relief
I believed so earnestly that one moment could end...

In your thunderous, neglected contempt and mirth
Utters of pain and past torment renewed...

Words are bleeding
Through the lines on this page...

It's just one of those things
When you wish the story had played out another way...

Barren and bare
All empty, alone...

You've felt the bittersweet
Brief taste of a memory...

In small encrypted hearts long dead
Tied down with bricks to rest their head...

They will burn
Self-inflicted inflammation...

Seems to be the foulest on Earth
Yet the sun skims the sky...

I dared in frail naivety to believe
That you would find a way back to me...

I sat in times unmeasured
By the sands of some ethereal stormy land...

Trees, proud from the fortunes of time spent stood
Now lay barren in the field of deceased victory...