Fate at its most sadistic wrought this moral wreckage,
its pleasures hath dangled you before me and taken you away
leaving me in a tortured mindmess of madness before you,
with my heart on the same ground we've both walked
...
aye, I know not why you are foolish
and refrain from my call you should return
that my self-less forlorn countenance hath efforted
in vain for your forgiveness
...
Well, hello Mr. Writers Block
Sit down, join me again for some tea.
But wait, you've frequented to the limit,
and there's not enough for both you and me.
...
So you'll walk away tonight,
I'll have no clue where you're going
like you have something better to do,
like you have someone better to do.
...
It isn't easy knowing you how I do
hardly at all, but a word here or there.
And you'll turn your head, your smile away from me
that supernal feature
...