Love dissapears slowly like a

cigarette in the rearview mirror

each day passing leaves me more barren

hatred and malace becomes stagnantly clearer

You stand on high pedastles waiting like a

hawk on power lines

intent to drive my mind to the ground

and catch me in the claws of your decaying life

The kindered spirit once open to thought

becomes hindered by your self loathing like a

fallen leaf in winters frost

Somewhere down a road where joy was lost

In hours passing one can count the battles like

distant fires in the midnight black

Their warmth and happyness

a fading memory lost in the optical illusion

I can hear yonder shores and waves

bearing freedom from your tainted embrace like

a key to a shackled man in chains

I think I’ll go to them now, and spare what still remains