Memories My Enemies

I have walked within my empty halls,
with only the memory of pictures to soil these empty walls.
Yet within it's frame I see a blood of black and white,
but has lost to much to continue the fight.

So now here I will forever lay,
with shards of glass within my sea stormed bay.
Am I truly deserving of more than what be must,
when I have covered my stories with miles of lust?

So now here I am forced to crush my goodbye,
is time too cruel to give the reason why?
Have I gained my place in this world of gloom and fear,
or have I thrown it away for a name of once “My Dear”?