Love Notes (a little off key)

In the manual of love
whoever said  
"if at first you don't succeed ..."
never felt the pain, the embarrassment
the feeling of failure  
losing of value
self worth or identity
 
The coffee calls the mourning
as true hearts tumble
the mountainside
ice scrapped and barren
cold winds stifle sanity
with crumbling pride
 
Blood blue, burrowing  
into cavernous chamber's
barely alive, aching to cry
for indiscretions gone by
 
Tommorow with yesterday's dreams
is knocking at death's door
screeching at blood shot eyes
holding back the cries
as the preacher holds up your hand
hoping to get down
in your hour of need
 
Taps plays over the cemetery of hearts
standing at attention
ice picks chop hard
another lost moment
swearing never fucking again
 
Until the teats are milked
and as if in a dream
the mind floats away