The ads will abandon us
Rip us outside in
Curing ways of deceit
Creeping ways of defeat
New houses
New spectacle
Sadness unfounded
New renewal
Nothing more
But trepidatious eyes
Glaring at you
Blankly
As if it were time
To abandon all rhetoric

Trailing feelings
Truly saved
Till the end of time

Destitute fortunes
Forever calling out
To a past that never happened
And a future hardly mapped out
But again
It's exactly underneath you
Murdering your every discreet wish
For desecration
Of you