This was doomed from the start.
The sequence itself tainted and belittled,
my heart in essence laid bare.
The cuts, the scars
they felt deep and strange
like reminiscences of ancient wounds
that have been late to heal.
Once again comes the flood,
yet again over myself.
I cannot conquer me,
so how am I to see?
Down into it again
flashes of red,
shadows in black,
time stands still in this impish night.
The dream that was
the night that is
the thought that counts
within this breach.
A breach of lust,
in the midst of rain.
A rain of tears
in sudden flame.
This was doomed from the start... and you alone will know what this eve holds.
