Broken hearts in which we dwell.
Lost souls dictated by hate.
Can you help me out of this hell?
it does consume,
a waking dreams blessing
too weak to keep
Thrown away or left in ruins
take your pick my dearest
hold out for the win
for the devil defends his demons well
A love, a hate, a brother, a soul,
tenor words always placating
down here darling,
they hold no meaning
Consume your all
Leave you broken
Unblended fire spreads
woven threads of ones reality tare
a shame that such a proclaimed beauty
was lost to harsh warfare, forever