Bloodied hands leaving a streak of roses on your face, 

grape vines twisting into peak nightmares in pure space,

so they scratched out my name out the golden plaque,

and they hatched and framed me and my mauling flacks.

As the storm raged on, you painted the window in avant-garde intricacies,  

performed age tainted views in which you see what only you see,

oh, your beam outshone the dimly lit candlelight you lit to warm me up, 

Poor screams never atoned in the grim-free scandal's night of a harm buildup.

I'm immured in the ballast of horrors, a quotidian hell,

you're lured in by my calloused stores, a Phidian dwelling,

my icy stare one of a loveless winter, a sorry excuse for my brittle heart, 

and in despair I won a caress and a story bemused my little departure.

A thousand lives overshadowing your brave footsteps

some ploughs dragging, cultivating your stories into webs

White-knuckled grip of fury dwindling in silence

You let the weight on your shoulders turn you spineless

I did my time in my nest of detriment

praying to recreant gods to save me from all my dents

cold metal bars envelop me in a such a way 

Only in darkness, I see clear as day

Mother Earth's dirt trampled by your brash marching

The show must go on, the banner's still arching

My inhabitable love is stolen from your hands

What could I expect from a better man?

Fading away like the blues on a canvas

I fill my heart with hurt to slight your cruel absence

In shades of reticence that seeped out the life out of me

When fate tied us together; what a tragedy. 

Was the universe hell-bent on playing us for fools?

The stars misaligned, the tilt obstructing rules

Now I look at the subject of our rift

and see your ocean eyes, adrift

Just two flints of a growing fire, 

two fitting harmonies in a haunting choir, 

caves demolishing all dangers you could see, 

but darling, who else, if not me?

Eternal beauty, guiding you to victory

your north-star, who else, if not she

the resolve of a seasoned fighting muse,

her inviting impassion that you're unable to refuse

I'm at war with the peace in my mind,

dreaming about days where my mistakes haven't been underlined,

dancing around the truth like with my training in repertoire,

a forgotten man in unfading war. 

A delicate destruction, 

abating production,  

urges of reluctance, 

abandoning your existence. 

Forgive my sinful soul, 

gratia plena, for my ghoul

for my moral compass has gone in-the-round, 

In hell, hope to see you around

Improper is refinement, 

and monsters grow from gardens, 

a sword's poison cuts through my solidarity, 

shreds of hope bleed out my clarity

I'd die for you, so I lived instead,

contempt is always familiarity-bred,

words are always a losing battle, 

your melodies are met with a brattle. 

Sky-fold in the woods of deceit, 

slicing through the air like calamity, 

never wanted a loss other than you, 

and I'm solving a mystery, forgetting the clues. 

I'm under a cloud in your favor, 

letting your adoration rain on my empty parade, 

I'd let my blood flow in deluges to quench your thirst, 

my livid, honorable stripes a testament to your anguish dispersed. 

I spent eternity holding your lifeless frame, 

screaming to the sky Lord's name in vain, 

my guts a joke as my insides twist, 

your cries  muffled by the cut-throat mist.

Cowardice, just a ruse I picked up like shards of glass, 

I trail behind you like a soldier, ichor flowing in a wineglass,

circumstances pierce hearts, fellow sharp-shooter

if the past is so forgettable, where's my future?