all the way

the moments begin

and end,

with just a touch of

woeful disdain,

a small taste of

eternal separation;

without all the hysterics (please);

final goodbyes are always hard to say,

brighter tomorrows seem to simply fade away,

as once again words pass on by,

like fresh young virgins in

mid-summer dreams;

there is a place where memories run,

lost in fields of silk and gold,

surrounded by empty voices

and echoes of days never known,

buried deep within dark, dangerous clouds

of approaching winter storms;

did you think there would be

no consequences?

did you think it could go on

forever?

only the price to pay,

the cost of doing business.

in this land of lost farewells,

big talk

and $25 words,

don’t mean shit around

here,

they never did,

and they never will;

rip it open,

let it bleed;

tonight we’re going

all the way.

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