Things Wrongly Loved

Piano talk and dimly lit rooms,

flowers quietly falling from bloom 

Phantom rain in frigid cold,

the fog approaching the withered, the old

The saddest sounds of approaching end,

the unloved cities God's hand couldn't mend

An executioner and a crow at the gallows with rope,

an Earth found grey with no antidote 

The breathless stacks, sentries of bygone years 

The perfume bottle skyline, the scent of fear 

As I look out across the pier,

the hungry ocean ever near