So Slow the Fall
Drink the memories, taste the pain.
Lovers fed are victims slain.
Dying flowers, tearful rain.
Shards of sorrow still remain.
Push the plunger, quench the need.
Disappointments, how they bleed.
Hardened hearts that must concede,
love is merely softer greed.
So the chains still bind the slave.
Is there nothing more to save?
Feeding demons, never brave.
Rest within a lonely grave.