A second glance at an old nightmare:
First impressions and no words written.
The same faces caught on camera;
The same unanswered question.

An obsolete obsessive
Stood throwing stones
At eggshell perfection.

Isolation for a four letter word:
Humanity encapsulated in cliche.
Too caught up in each other
To survive to save themselves.
Living for a wasted alcoholic dream,
Dreading the terror that arrives
With the realisation of truth.

It's easy to be soothed by cool lies
And a caressed betrayal.
Calmed by kisses and amnesiac affection.
A life of ignorance and compromise
Deception and forgotten promises,
But I am lonely and lost without you.