A Melodious Failure

The fire that devours its every obliteration
Creating wasteful memories of a bygone abstraction
In the pathetic diminuendo of this futility,
Playing the horrid notes of this dissonance.

A painful recollection of putrid sentiments,
Burning from within, breaking into irrelevant fragments.
Crows and frogs bawl this pain in unison,
Portraying all the truths of this remembrance.

The wanderers of this timeless world
May also try, and fail, their love to hold
Knowing not that all such attempts are vain,
For love is the fire that consumes it all with its trance.

The shadows of these erratic melodies,
Will always crawl in their pitiable atrocities,
And the echoes from within emptiness
Laugh at the one who loved and lost his stance.

This senseless pain consuming the skins
Of treacherous mistakes and malapropisms
That decay forever in the pointless senses.
Such horrendous prevarications must not be glanced.

The taste and smell of death
Have filled the sterile, lifeless earth
Where desolate silhouettes roam with no purpose.
Inhospitable Loneliness is no longer subject to chance.

Vultures eat the Lovers' carcasses,
These foolish creatures that perfidy caresses.
The deadly souls sing of their failures,
Creating the eternal Largo of Romance.

This sinful and spiteful malice
Of a composition for these fetid lies.
The harmony of the spheres plays in Sorrow,
For this death shall not end, in its appalling silence.