A creative passion unimaginable,
A tragedy that only death could overcome.
Regrettable memories drowning in sorrow
Gone away are the treasures for some.
Craving knowledge unattainable,
Creation crushing the hopeless past
With unspeakable feelings of hunger.
Joy, a distant shadow that won't last.
The temptation of the flesh cautions
Against the travesty of the savory sensation.
The evaluation of our lover's happiness
Hangs on the remembrance of satisfaction.
Ignorance is not an excuse for murder,
A shocking destruction of our time.
Facing the insatiable, yet notable future,
The forgettable and attainable must do life for their crime.
The continuation of the battle
Excels the hopeless passions of our dreams.
Discovery of blinding blame sanctions our frustration
With our enslavement to depression in the extreme.

© Anniemiles15