The Train's Leaving -

If. Even IF I ever find ways to forgiveness
I doubt that it will ever lead me to you

We in spite of everything
Despite anything
We. Have nothing but only.
Love for you.

Unconditional.
Abandoned have you
of possibly the only souls
that care to tissue your tears
& bear fist to your fears

And now you swarm yourself with Vipers
And we are but potrait
Monotonous.

Ones you hang often and peek seldom.
Like all distant memories.