Bending the Void

Misguided Arrows strike the crevice where love is born,

Crimson Sorrows fill the crisp air and my mind is torn.

Focus Narrows as time catches up to me,
Broken Heroes stay broken when left out at sea.

Pain Follows those who deny truth,
Pain Hollows those stuck in youth.

Bright is the Rose surrounded by black,
Light will expose the darkness I lack.

Ambient Meadows and a silent dance,
Puppeteer Shadows freedom at a glance.

Actions of Ambrose it always seems to last,
Starting to Decompose looks like overcast.