My Cynosure, Cosmos,Conflate.As one we were astronomical and Panacea.
Yet somehow I began to Brood in this Blaze of Beautified Passion
Soon I was Desuetude.Disassembled.At this ending Epiphany.
I could still feel that Scintilla but it soon fizzled into nothing more than discern of a descending dream.
Famished and Fatigued I followed my madness back to your door of horrific revealing.
Faithful even as I stood before your wretchedness and witnessed the betraying betrothing you blindsided me with
All the memoirs began to manically mangle my ill heart of stone
And I lay alone in my crumbling castle surrounded by all you threw away