Comments about Wade Harlaine
A futile perception of past perfection
A rampant resolve for resurrection.
The will of its nature consumed by yearning.
A terrible foe, a raged heart burning.
Apathy adorns the edges of its unsheathed sword.
Mercilessly slashing all screams ignored.
An imagined look the devils hook impressions never fading.
Her brilliance of mind make my heart unkind.
Undiminished and unfinished loves poison courses.