Jolted by twilight

sounds and senses serenade as the sun, words and whispers possess power like a gun… perhaps my lingering lullabies made a broken heart believe~ the silence spoken, jolted by twilight lips purely to deceive… take all the tales I twist so you can achieve~ what delusions your creative mind can conceive have I made the world tremble? have you woven your sad sorrows? is my grammar too poor to perceive? your wasted time was mine to borrow my heart begins a million miles away from here, and the doors are dressed in blades~ drenched in malignancy… your fabrication is indeed a fabulous fantasy~ so cheers to your efforts; your craftsmanship, a soothing symphony….