The first departure of the August blue.
Readily they sing in matrimony,
Slowly clipping the wings, you
Blackened out the sun with radiation.
A toxic emanation of truth.
However, it was bound to be in vain,
For I could not sustain my inner youth
For you.
Carefully contorted are the objects of my ultimate demise,
And it comes as no surprise
That I’d remain inside platonic view.