Far Too Late

Chained before the change. I am absorbed into the shade of faint. Painted to last by portrait. I am pictured to the brush. Morning to dawn. Savage is the start of day. Life consumes energy, worn as a dress. The aura to be seen, circles around the moon. Prevent the explosion, inside my mind. Thunder inside my hate. Lights the chemical storm. Captured by the voice of violence. I am ignored into the death of silence. The trilogy of the square, my shadow seized, trapped inside a nightmare Wake, before the break. Before never is forever. Far too late.