|By Jason McCurry
Your colored tapestry of sorrow,
is weaved with sadness and regret.
Moonlight dances in the shadows,
with your lonesome silhouette.
You travel down the road to nowhere,
and spiral into the abyss.
Your painted smile's an illusion,
there's no desire in your kiss.
In suspended realms of animation,
hollow thoughts bear no sound.
Forevermore is the realization,
of the conscience you have found.
As a signature to heartache,
a solid edifice of guilt,
blocks the knowledge of your future.
These walls around yourself, you built!