Unhinged desire
Manic empire
In respite i contort
Of nothing to extort
Inside vaults
Momentary jolts
Tired trite and true
I'll say i miss you
I'm not saying it's not true
But i don't believe a thing i say
Can't blame them anyway
Can't blame me anymore
Still something so obscure
Not torn, broke down, or worn
Just forlorn left still-born
Imagine their face when
They see you disgraced and
You turn to embrace them but
They are not there