On that day
we found a squandered fate
as it failed our inspiration
the truth that our worlds need.
But who am i?
to speak of squandered fates
which pales in situations
we find our total evocation.
I am but one
who once did draw forth allure
but in time the instigation
leaves all consumed in illusions...
And now you shall lie with another
caught up in a selfish pinned staunch agony.
with words now you roll with the tangents,
speaking devotion in sanctimony.