A thousand more blights in the deserted valley of heart-ache,
another tale of immense inner pain.
Discard her and erase her for his own sake.
More rose pedals line the bullet holes in the wall of shame.
Mess of death compelled doves spell "mistake"
For full-hearted love was utterly hopeless.
Sought out mistrust with so many searchlights.
Buried with little blood,
there he lay in a shallow grave with nothing to keep.
Sept' the lights were searching and halting his sleep.
Wanted to find, Love ridden bluffs of disappointment.
Instead, love filled poetry of exquisite atonement.
Sounds of her melancholy vocals threaten him,
but closing in on an end.
Detesting him from the start with imagined solutions.
The final chapter always finishes without a friend.
Almost hallowed and ceasing to breathe.
Sixth story weeping to the top,
with a building drama bust he'll fall to his death.
Except in this theatrical display; not one will shed tears.
Concluding in that shell, little was left.