If I Could Have a Brief Moment

A subtle sense of release -(this is urgent)
And we fare-well to this mock-heroic travesty.
Desperate eyes leave desperate ties -
On a forbidden paradise. Where beauty lies - Lives,
Not a single-one understands the consequence.
Not a single-one feels the pull.
A burden unlike the rest leaves a residual residue
Of broken stares and blank promises.
This hiatus reaches it's end
and we too must come to fruition.
This was only a game,
This has always been the game.