Gaze upon,

These ashes.

Regard son,

Hopes dashed.

Hold between,

Your fingers.

What was seen,

After your errs.

Dance inside,

Darkness of consequence.

Delight in the silence,

Where you now reside.

Sit beside,

Languished offers.

And empty coffers,

Where the dead hide.

Stand amongst,

Ghosts of hope.

Grip the burnt rope,

Of twisted angst.

Paint this canvas,

The results of inaction.

Angels can’t gain traction,

When doubt is cast.

Stare at the aftermath,

Of the devils course.

Whom have no remorse,

Regarding their path.

…

I love you baby 🖤