cast aside
eyes of subtle devotion
evocative orbs
of slain lovers
spread across
the fields of glory
like baubles
from the vending machine
of half lived declarations
spent
like brass shells
strewn
on the heartshit dagger
of monstrous regret
softly whispered
virginal oaths
rent from half formed
vocal chords
to bandy
just under
audible lucidity
