Incomplete

Particles of dust
rephrase a empty room
Time has come to adjust
Desire precedes doom
To stalk my admonitions
To walk the dead stairs
Mindless thoughts are incisions
Into despicable affairs.

Shunned failure of lost home
despised this futile name
never was my own
the now broken frame.

Trust is a poisoned dagger
With treason on the edge
Aimed at a heart broke bagger
Of some high peek ledge.