The Last Word of a Paragraph Falling In Flames

Tears that are never acknowledged suddenly take precedence unexpectedly within nocturnal callings hidden wounds long festering never acknowledged sliced openly are silently hemorrhaging fears one’s loved least claimed through schematic vows haunts the night’s mechanisms ever consuming while black tattooed weeds on a widow at no time seen are never shed in tempestuous mockery The trees we watch through the winds of winter grow more sullen and desolate as their time passes everyone shall cross on to frozen ice chilled veins leaving remains defeated by death’s caress unexpectedly harmony is now long gone inexplicably across the abyss where nothing meaningful rests in disillusioned chambers shattered pieces of treasures faded by fairy tales glued together into a patchwork frame hung upon hollow walls Night visits of final farewells long past overdue won’t break the divide if left unspoken forever cursed mystic vows whisper inside the shadows to never love again is grace with peaceful slumbers kissed sublimely unfettered is an enviable plea that echoes insensately as no other request beckons so appealingly dreams unrivaled and unreachable fill the days forged with sugar caned sweetness of darkened honey Waking once unimaginable is now fully embraceable at the beginning of the widow’s dawning…