Gino

House of Deception

Alas, the season beckons to shun it's light

Upon the paradise I’ve laid down for myself

Never again shall I dwindle away from the truth

For patterns of her shadows accompany my stay

Till the rain drenches its disenchantment upon my stray

To disembowel the stages of my absolute faith

For I’ve wanted to stay the course upon her ways

But never again will I listen to her lies

 

Ah, her beauty summons an evening’s candor

Upon the waves of an ocean’s duress

Her sweet song plunders away the ache from the day’s thunder

And romanticizes the sorrow of an abandoned identity


Tears descend, knowing full well it’s well rehearsed

From the beginnings of her own demise upon my heart

For I’ve been dealt a bitter blow to awake at last

To the harsh new bitterness of sunrise blues

To continue a day’s old recourse for another onset of sunsets

Until my heart exhales away her last kiss

To breathe again a newness of spring



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