Passion collides
Into a pointless place
Where just a month ago
Life appeared so polished and smooth
But the indisputable reckoning
Of legitimacy began to rise
From within the core of an awkward momentum
The surface of love’s embrace transformed
Becoming brittle and weak
Like stale honey candy
Hidden from view
And while looking for sustenance
For a source of emotional nourishment
Only artificial dreams revealed symbolic gestures
Exposing counterfeit eyes
Divulging bogus credentials
Upon the inconsequential stream of substance
So divine intervention reinforced its negligible influence
Leaving the outcome up to the wind
Signaling a path to the inevitable
To a plateau where the pretense of self-elevation
Became desperate and deprecating
Like a wounded animal hunting for the very blood
It was bleeding
And the result was futile and unnecessary
Like passion draining
From the source of its own infliction
