Just a declaration
Of a mental castration.
An express assurance
That needed reassurance.
Such was the effect of your indication
Not what I expected, broke connection.
Future achievements were waiting for you and I
But you were afraid to touch the sky.
Life was not what you expected
Your fears and sorrows you projected.
Promises were made
Destroy and pierce by a rusty blade.
It was just a declaration
Of a deform narration.
Nothing more than a mutation
Of promises undone by unseen temptation.