Allegoria Of An Eternal Sundown

Eternal are the wounds from which eagerness bleeds deniedThrough such grievous endearment, with quietude so sadBeneath the swarm of agonies, frail words turn to dustAs hope bears the nexus of its cold postmortal bedA distance has grown, another decreasedEach moment devours the very heart of resistanceAs failures feast, solemnly deciphering eternityMongst blisses waned, where life's vestiges fade… there's only seclusion to marvel atWith the first light, darkness came alongLike a constant stream with no source nor mouthSubsurface pain efflorescence – my internal garden of roses deadWhere the grief is still lurking in every dreamReaching still for the deep dark voidThe wine of the damned I tasteTears fill the chalice of bittersweet dolefulnessAs I wallow caressed by desolation… disconsolate seasons to witnessThe sun welters dying, enswathed in diaphonous eclipseBeneath the swarm of agonies – one last solitary glimpseTo set ablaze the leftovers of an illusion's synthetic artThe amorphous remains of a petrified era sobbing in my frozen heart