Blind Counsel

Apart from my Reason in all of my schemes: I gave up pretending to live in Her dreams My vexing ambition for solace had turned By then, the intrigue of our love brightly burned Our hearts were pretenders which writhed in the dust From Love to deception, deception to lust Content in our sorrow, we buried our shame We played with our motives, assigning the blame With demons as counsel, we came out at night The words which we peddled were senseless and trite Devoid of ambition, I gave up the ghost Of All My Intention, I miss Her the most I wake in this silence with all of my thoughts With each passing second, our trust slowly rots Between my synapses, I find Her asleep Disgruntled, this silence is all we would reap...