My heart fades from red to blue,twilight emotion pervades me,a lust to go on,a need to relent,do I welcome the dark,or lament the loss of…
I’m the toy of a twisted reality,a possession to idle cruelty,what will I have,is a passing dream.
…falsely chosen?…falsely spoken?
Am I an artist,or a peddler of pain,are the words I write genuine,or distasteful and rotten?
The flowers have no fragrance,the food’s grown stale,the comedies are dull,the sky dim with gray,this is a mire,this is my…
We don’t fail when we lose,..when we fumble,….when we fall.