Lavish curtains swirl around my silhouette
Red against black...

Delicate rope swaying
From the tall oak...

Lavish promises rooting musings
Upon paper thin hopes...

The whispers that haunted my every thought
Urging me to be someone they want...

I thought the waves of pleasurable love had washed...
Leaving me bone dry and to swim amongst the dust...

I sit at my desk
My paper staring up at me...

Let me tell you a story
Of a beloved young man...

Broken.
That's how I appeared before our peers...

Breathing the air used to calm the trembling
That erupts from my terrified heart...

Sometimes I forget
Why I wake up every morning...

Empty promises, empty words,
Dance behind my closed eyes...

I was love drunk at a point in my life, so...
And now as I reflect while I am devastatingly...