Searching through the rubble,
Found words of lust,
And a love for the undesirables.
Broken twice over the crumble,
Of both right and wrong,
Neither conceding to the other,
Destroyed nonetheless.
Stalemated to believe in nothing,
As time has proven irrelevant,
To creation and destruction of beauty.
The time will come when all and nothing,
Will seem to make sense,
As the rubble holds answers unknown.
