memories of thee.

He walks the darkest hallway's of his heart,
Entangled within the dusty webs of silk,
Drowning his sorrows within a glass of whiskey & milk,

His heart so often betrays him leaving him all alone,
To many fragile memories his mind must forever atone ,

No light within these darkened halls,
Wallowing within his painfully silent calls,
Every hour within darkest days upon every night falls,

He need not one nor all intractable soul does crawl,

Marching to the bleating sorrows dismay,
One foot in front of the other day by day,

Heedless shelter no mind to pray its his solo,
Wrathful way longingly creeping day by day,

He knows no other way.

Not knowing love or honour his dripping heart untouched ,
Within his hand upon clutch a empty bottle of rust,

Forging through the darkness never seeing the light,
No love nor honour he has given up the fight,

Alone in the shadows the only comfort for his sin,
A brand new bottle unopened whiskey upon the shelf,
No dust around it nor covering coatings be,
Fallen dust covering the memories of thee.