No More This and That

...no more this and that as the sweltering pain distills empty chit-chat in the clarity of the dawn while blinded lovers fawn the words that are spoken are mostly broken meant not in truth but merely as a consolation token of placating shredded hearts with lie upon lie while weaving tales high up in the unreachable sky torn and twisted truths clung onto so tight-fisted but as the smoke clears the truth sears through the gurgling blood flowing down the years and after hour upon hour of salt-drenched tears while long suppressed fears springs forth and reappears as feelings shift gears and as it all in a flash disappears and though yesterday was gentle and the passions elemental today its all just slipped away beyond reach of even tomorrow as emotions faltered and began to sway and so wrath wraps itself in doleful cloth silently despising all movement yet resenting all weary sloth wheezing past the denizens of the glorious ivory towers seated on fences that expose all defences stripping away the layers of dismembered senses and in the end the one that breaks is the one that refuses to bend to yield and lower the mock shield stamping its bitter verdict inside an emptiness that is within a vacuum sealed so awaken to the realisation that all that was has been forsaken while idle moments seem ripe to be taken through thick and thin and the bluster and the din of feeling the agony of being kicked in the shin and cast aside, off from the always treacherous ride with nowhere left to go and no place safe to hide...