Encore

there are some things that never cease this tugging and pulling on an anguished soul in that twisted, diabolical fashion. pressed up against the light of what you thought for sure you had to have, only to see it rip and tear torn in two and thrown away like an after thought. there in the shadows lays the longing that never stops. pressed behind the outer realms of disbelief, whimpering still limping with the memory of what you used to believe back when it was a different day and now, there are all these stiff intentions groaning. swelling now to make their way felt, in this land of all that you can never have. fast forward, stumbling face down, arms flailing wishing against all hope as you scream into the lifeless breeze that maybe there's still one promise you can savor, taste anew. before the boundary line shifts and you're back to where you never were...