Never Had It

This is where the lonely regret companionship
where voices from the past intensify their scorn
What adoration can sanctify such boundaries
without the fear of imminent compromise

Retreating into a consecrated despair
with the dreams that fufill such vain desires
Perhaps destiny is cruel for a reason
Perhaps there is no other meaning 

Formulaic situations lose their primary motives
for skewered flesh that hides no superficial joy
There is no cowardice if there is no relished bravery
because lesser men contend with trivial desperation 

The End

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