Seeking Uncertainity Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Battered are the episodes.
Dreary eyed cold candy.
Brandy placed upon stick.
Taunting all the while you can't have it.
With words endured.
And ideas explored already long forgotten.
Tooting a trumpet in succession.
So melancholy.
Rejoice and qualm the restless spirits.
Simplicity of the naive.
Bereaved and vilified.
A tongue slashed by poisonous quills.
Not single soul left in this place.
For they are always better things to taste.
The wind blows by a fragrance of the sweetness.
My dear, put in tiny note book as the final entry.
Set upon ornate cherry coffee table never to be reopened.
Sincerity set adrift.
A cloudy mist envelops this room of emptiness.
For if escape is not possible, denial is most certainly plausible.
Especially with expectation so high.
You want me to reach for sky, and instead I lunge at the gates of hell.
You might question why.
Well I've been tormented long enough in this age of wonder.
Where everything has the same shade of sparkle.
Why not dial it down.
For it is easy enough to go up, but everything is so dangerous below.
Where same guarantees don't apply.
With time all the while biding, sinking, shifting.
A life all its own and what extravagant price paid.
Hollow, and faint are its echos.
Follow it, coasting, forever broaching more uncertainty.