Forward climbing upward
downward spiral of complication,
honor seems to only dream
of dourly fornication
Wine that must be spoiling
from a lack of love's ambition,
this is all the pull I have
to bring into fruition.
Birth of past regression
thought to put it all behind,
but ghosts that haunt do well to taunt
and echoes do remind
Corridors worth searching for
as thoughts do nightmares breed
Forward climbing upward
falling backward so it seems
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