Descending

...Falling stars do cry
with the fallen wings
of forgotten angels
A teardrop
blankets the night of
a cold embrace
plunging into the calm with
a thorn from once a red rose
Ripples distorted
every reflection of a dream
quickly fading with the wind
and madness roars an outcry
with the lunacy of a lightning
like daggers in the emptiness
of a papercut in the heart
Pain can never be mended
by a single drop
of a nostalgic whiskey
and holding on to a candle flame
is worse
amidst a storm...