Dusk

"I can no longer hear the subtle melody that used to justify these nights, only the sweet siren song of belligerent rage, Humming to the madness in my mind... and I fall short to the innocence that tends to linger and tease but it's only Luke warm here, In the belly of the beast. Another week of 'sweet goodbyes, another month of one last times', another year of trying to justify these torment riddled rhymes"