Mourning Amnesia

I walk down this road alone and cold,
Righteous folly leading my way.
Each step bringing me closer to fold,
As I reach the proximity of nothingness.
Rivers on my face of fate that passed me by,
Flowing by the stream of hope with no tears to cry.
Each one offering destinies sweet sorrow,
Whatever it is please come back tomorrow.

For each foul woman that I meet,
The residue of their aftertaste is haunting.
Their forked tongues lick my soul dry,
They whet their appetite for destruction.
Barbed wire surrounding my heart,
The sharp steel of seduction slides across my being.
The incision cut too deep to hasten love,
Squeezed slowly down to the very last drop.

The final death in relationships put forth,
A toe tag for each year I’ve wasted.
My life stolen without remorse,
Behind shiny tables I linger forever.
A dark night cold winters eve,
Bones shake in utopian chaos.
Welcoming a just reprieve,
Forgetting this pain I ask for your name.