field of dreams reloaded

how can the melody

that once caused my heart

to flutter

in anticipation,

fade into devil toothed

demons

which taunt and jest?

the touch,

so warm and inviting,

now stirs

deep regret

in the form of late night

hunger pangs

and

incessant cries 

for attention.

i cover my ears

and turn a deaf soul

to the thing

which wears your 

countenance.

to send it

into the cornfield

would be bliss.

a worn mind

can summon

no such happiness.

crushed memories

remain at the ready,

to fill the void

anger 

has created.

empty copulation

invades

as darkness

turns to morning dew.

false moans,

in the key of yesterday,

slither

through sleep laden

gray matter,

pulling wanton desires

from dead curiosity.

the deed is done.

once again

i must rise to repeat,

rise to repeat,

rise...

scratch that.

routines are good.

my life is no longer mine

it's ours.

i'd trade eternity

for an escape

from this haunting

concerto,

my kingdom

for a wish.

But the survival

of innocence

brightens the horizon.