Left Solo in a Gunned Roulette II Writing 11/'17

Fading memories became deja vus
Still your picture never dusts
Blind love so willingly abused
My skin slave to your touch

Playing games I can’t stop losing
Trapped in an endless press-rewind
A life cursed with chasing ruins
Building pasts that won’t be mine

Holding on to nothing left
Except for words unspoken
Silence bringer of the final cleft
Shuts the door locked unopened

Haze of our last struggles
Enlightens shadows with the nights
Glancing on lost crumbles
Of dreams crushed in all our fights

Lone tragedy since we parted
Left solo in a gunned roulette
Forever loving broken-hearted
A shot at love became a threat.