A call from the past from that which didn't last
blindsided me with a buried desire stirring ashes where once was a fire.
Yet I feel nothing.
Evil lurks in the shadow of beauty, death always follows life and love has become a modern day strife. To suffer those eyes, lonely night cries and a glimmering promise of sugar covered lies,
Yet I feel nothing.
Darkness stares from a mirrored glance as thoughts of lust instead of romance filled the image looking back at me, void of life, void of glee.
And yet...
I feel nothing.
