Little Left to Love

Beyond the horizon of mortality
A bittersweet sensation remains.
It rests motionlessly, beckoning souls.

Brisk sorrows line the mind,
Ripping away the heartfelt passion,
Flashes capturing false smiles.

Voices shouting unspoken names;
Raspy words declared ghastly as touch,
Seeping through the misread communication.

Sharing teardrops with numb feelings,
Trembling lack of hope in self-confidence.
Forlorn truths taunting the present.

Hollow echoes bellowing for guidance.
Whispering, winding through thought.
Complete hatred surrendering to fame.

Crimson victims weeping tenderly,
Their vain attempts to speak,
Each gagged once more in fear.