Love's fugacity

The religious lechery of passion's treachery,

where each lie is a rape,

tears a black hole in the soul,

from which light nor love can escape

 

Bound with a cord of delusion, I was drug beyond solution

A dissolving orchid sunrise on an emerald siren's sea

spilling the scent of love, torn from a branch above

now transplanted far from where it grew in liberty

 

It withered by my side, tell me it hasn't died

Let me hold its beauty one more morn

Now a dead sun deceived, its spirit the grave received

Can dissolution's decay be reborn?

 

A melting sun on the horizon

gilds everything in sight

but fool's gold can not be sold

its value fades with the night

 

The color of death laid painted on a breath

Acrid was the sound spoken

that left the smell of pain, tattooed on my brain,

all my memories shattered and broken

 

But from this corruption sprouts an eruption,

new life from putridity

what was once slain leaves a sunset stain

but resurrects in briliant fugacity