Perdidi

Mirrored like craving of coming dawn

Outstretched arms of warmth and want

Quickly returns, this pain begone!

A casuistic caress underlined with gaunt.

While thy morals endlessly slumber

For my vice it takes its toll

The days of lavish have their number

Loved ones lament on my wandering soul

Though my light remains a flicker

Pulled deep down in endless deep

A split mind takes to bicker

Nevermore will these voices sleep

Stranded to reflect this cruel manifestation

The light be gone to this dark creation