"Last hour of the fading sizzling sun

Picture framing my daylight faking fun

From a beating, numbing, broken heart

Warm on the flesh yet cold to the bone, Alone in bed, I finally no longer have to pretend.

Resting the tiring smiling muscles on my face, I recall a few memories that leave a bitter taste,

Really being happy many lonely nights before

Somehow I lost reason, and then some, and more.

Sunset Heartache torch fired my soul to ash

Then blew me away like a gentle kiss and my reality was gone in a flash

Left me too delicate to pull myself together

My mortality faded to weakness, then, now and forever.

Wrapped up in times where I truly acted on my beliefs

Harsh words firing through me leaving only grieve

Reassuring me that I made my life a home on cloud number nine

Then pushed me off from there leaving me hitting earth defeated, torn and blind.

Lost in denial, destroyed, beaten and ashamed.

I find myself exposed, with nothing but dreaming wings in flames"