No pride lingers
In these vocal cords
Where a tarnished mantra
Barely clings to its breath

Depleted sentiments
Diminished concerns
Prevail over all
And consign my vision to grey

Away with exuberance
And its swerving deceit
The treachery of passion
Has lassoed my time

It is the fiendish noose
That’s coiled my life
With a lofty promise
And a cold plastic smile

Ive fallen forward
Into a life well squandered
A welcoming captive
The more than willing prey