Tears that seclude the truth from leaking out
Seduced into submission by doubt
Denial ever ceasing to contrive what was once so blatant
Looking up to the sun in a stream of longing
The rays pierce the barrier and nullify smoke and fog
Straight into an abyss littered with chaos
A harmony of undead dreams and an unquenchable appetite for fulfillment
Are cleared away only to leave behind a vacant thought
A reflection of empty reverie
The splendor of expectation terminates its own existence.
"Come back soon" I whisper in vain.