Pretty once, still,
but fading
An empty gift,
one sorely missed
The void grows,
Consuming and terrifying,
Then, fiery words,
ignite and seduce
Tired eyes, glued,
to flickering screens
Glorious purpose,
fills and makes whole
A desired reprieve,
from the horror of emptiness
No truth can dislodge,
The lie at the center
The allegiance found,
so false and corrupt
Just what had happened,
to that pretty flower?
