Crank

Mnemonic

A lone window is locked, the blinds taped shut.
Dirty laundry carpets the old wooden floor.
Wrinkled paper withers within the wastebin.
The lungs stutter and shake.
The skin shivers and shrivels.
Tender cries now fall silent.

There's now ash where passion once burned.

The reason why wanders lost somewhere else.
A lack of support left his spirit to fall.
The only constant is what brings him down.
A head turned away with a lustful eye.
The letters stopped coming, the story halted.
A lost trust between savior and disciple.
He misses what he never had.
From a night spent on sacred ground.

There's now ash where passion once burned.

That wish now lays a memory.
It remains a short, sweet escape.
Scribbled pages hold on to a dream.
The last etched promise that remains.
A world known only by them,
Left abandoned, another broken promise to count.

There's now ash where passion once burned.