Wishes lead flights of fancy,
the debacle that ensues.
Captain night is knocking,
picking rubies in the ruse...

Feel the wind
against your jacket,
feel the scar inside
your useless package.
Kept inside. 
Hold it tight...

Defending pressures
that threaten to bend,
threaten your heart
in the volatile end.

Upcoming tragedy is
loosely based on 
the book you read.
All the guidance in your head,
it places expectations
on the flowering arrangement...

You said this wouldn't last.
You promised yourself.
You asked for better hands
to hold your doubt
and dispel it.