Traversing the echoes of time, stop to pause
Reliving your tortured thoughts and wicked flaws
Defaming egos and dreams has given thought
Stretching excess of pain you wrought
Standard words hang on frames of no worth
The noose of strangled convictions hangs loose on your girth
Stone acid reflects bitter hearts’ desecration
Twanging screeches hail mighty to death’s elevation
Sorrow has no taste for jealousy here
Joy’s loss and deceased love seem even more near
Wicked ones breathe anxious fogs in living
Their uttered promises bestow of tattered giving
Swollen fears gnaw flesh in dreadful volumes
As charred dreams are thrown to rest in their tombs
Icy frowns burrow deep in skin as unease
Denying cordial friends from speaking pleas
Zest couldn't cease a castle filled with spite to the rafter
Start the termination of delight so pitifully sought after
Recalls of previous failure turn stone men to ragged dolls
Emptily awaiting a kingdom’s constructional walls
Heartily sweet welcomes will never have sight
As ingrown logic harshly gives its spite
Wane and fade the days of begotten fame
Poised in rotting entrails of your forgotten name
A decent person’s love not immortal in hell
A soul’s sickly form shows an empty shell
