A death of another dream slowly fades, with the charades of idiocy still echoing in my ear. A dark and lonely fear fills the single crimson tear that traces emptiness along my cheek.
What sweet, sweet pain driving me insane, DRIVING ME SLOWLY OUT OF MY MIND!
take a breath, don't be week
Words I weave from up my sleave but the magic has become hard to retrieve as sustenence is from a diseased breast suckled by an infant deprived of rest.
And I, I walk alone as before as a shell of a man wanting more,
but will never have it.