What do you say when words are curses that can’t be undone,

The world is all bursting inside itself,

My organs are being scrambled on the road made for car crashes,

Doubled over in pain, how could my heart be forgotten, I cried too, how could my memories be forgotten,

Intervention was an invention for the willing,

A tear is hit to an unstable food chain,

For hopes and reasons unforgiven, there will be a pass to guilt and misery,

The sunshine fades into a generic wheat hue, and becomes a lamp I always knew,

Wanton to wonder…I do too…

But I see vaguely the goddess of pain; to hold my mind still in sorrow to maintain,

I used to know her as a battle heiress shredding the city streets with a life saving and depraving cure,

I used to find a heaven sent lady walking past dead from a long lost war,

When you victimized the world, I used to be there as a patron,

Out of sight, out of mind, out of life, out of mine,

Worship to an idol, a deity of pain, it’s out of me, no more weak and wonderful life and wine,

I release all surreal memories of the insane romance, hers and mine.