The misty veil of your dark deceit
covers the icy windows of my soul,
as the cold winds of our frosty discourse
rush against the withered trees of my
hapless and angrily burning heart.
Discontent and terrible strife crash
against the shattered walls of my mind,
leaving me aghast with terrible fright.
For the tides of horrible consequence wash
over the serenity of my once happy life,
as the true terror of your venomous words
push the buttons of horrendous reality and
usher in the awful ghastly chains of utter
and wholly complete defeat.
Donavon Scott Vinson