Born out of time:
Whatever happened to romance?
Whatever happened to tender kisses at the edge of night?
Aching for that age to reign once more:
When love was less brutal,
When sweetness did not overflow to sicken.
Give me soft passion, not just the pounding of flesh on flesh;
Take a step back from the act to see the all,
To hear the call of heartbeat reaching out to touch.
How can we feel love when blood still flows from the wounds,
Those cuts where we were pierced to test our humanity,
How can we live when our lives must be sapped to be real?
Must we plumb every depth just to prove what we are’s not so bad?
From here I can see:
Bare rock plunges away from me
Into the edges of blackness, beyond which light dare not steal
:This is the pit into which it seems all life must fall:
Wrecked mortality in the shadow of pain and ruin,
Where even hope fears to flare
:I turn away.
All the dreams of this world lie in dust,
All its shining ideals turned to rust,
Now just rage with no reason or rhyme
:Born out of time.