Downtrodden dreams fade with a whisp of despair
Hope is to be wept for,
leave your fretful compulsions
aspirations breed tragedy
Oh how my heart longs for just a moment
Such beauty glistens with the gossamer intent to swoon
I dance on a balanced wing of radiant glory
In a tangled web of romance I find myself
the inevitable reminder of my ignorant faith
I have become oh so accustomed to the role of 'Martyr'
yet I cringe at thoughts of capitulation.
It stares at me with unforgiving eyes
baring me down, haunting me with unending disgust
Can I not seek redemption?
Loathing expressed through a glance,
A caustic presence overshadows this room
a stench so foul it chokes the dead
throttling him in the dark
he shouts in vain, beating the walls for life
The warmth of true embrace
an utterance of a desolate word to personify the intangible.
Whisper quietly darling, such a word is shunned
expressing nothing, lie with me
Holding the hollow tendencies we once cherished
I weep the tears of a failing dream
saluting a ship that never sailed
worshiping the deity that never created
Each day ending with another tear
each breathe punctuated by the sobbing realization
every scene running those translucent images
going through the motions for inexplicable purpose.
Oh! The renewal of a joy so chaotic none dare to fear!
The foolishness and follies of a generation so weak
the crushing sensation of a deadly passion
amidst the sun-stripped fields of a spring-time heartbreak
I stand on the edge of reality, basking in your desire
the longing of out-stretched palms scrape my flesh
'romance is dead' they say, however we contradict them
bare not the scars of desire, carry my heart