Curse the blind side
Of life, from where stakes
Pierce through-- to cast aside
Hope-- which make heartbreaks!

Don the suit complete
To fight the will dimmed
By the dark; love replete
With breaking surface, filmed.

Damned be the haughty,
Borne of twisted line,
That forced into frailty,
Sweethearts unaligned.

Lap your crooked feast
Of ego untamed,
Like rabid wild beast,
Raring to be blamed.

Your end shall come nigh,
Facing shadow calls
Of your names; Goodbye,
As your ashen dream falls.