It was a slow-fading anthem
At the forefront
Of my afflicted mind

Prevailing
In the brightest fuchsia
To the tune of my gradual
And sultry demise

Plundering romance
Consumed my days
With ease
Bereft of an honest struggle

And  I was
Blissfully undone
Alive and well
In this foolish
Yet treasured plight

Shall it last
Or shall I recede
Into the heart
Of unsparing dismay?