The state of containing nothing..

Moments
of
passion
cannot
finish
this
buried
canvas,

Lust filled encounters misguided all our intentions,

Caving into a dimension of mirrors and bathing in hesitations,

I stand there watching every situation like a reel from a black and white film,

Thinking it would be a romance with its cliche ending,


Why..


In this dimension I slowly start ascending,

I am captivated by blemishes that infiltrate my eyes,

I am constantly fascinated by your disguise,

 
Must....


All this be a burden on my contemplation and this obscure destruction,

Yet you have always been the most dramatic distraction,


I...


Lost sense of time around you,

I lost a bit of my mind and what I knew what was true,

Wasteful moments of appreciating every inch of you,


Love....


I will continue to get with God,

With you I know there will never again be room,

Yet I shall pray only for great things for you,


You...


Are a weakness in me that ventured across my path,

Your eyes always told me lies and dishonesty,

I continuously fought vigorously,

Yet being vigorous is dead followed by a dash of chivalry,

You were a beautiful fascination,


But in all honesty..

You

We're

A

Fucked

Up

Imagination...  

That kept me bound in chains and shackles,

Through this life and the next I will continue to tackle,

Through the  painting that can never be forgotten...

The

painting

of

The

Situation.....