Writing On The Wall

The original title of this poem was 'Almost. Always. Nothing.' But after writing the poem I decided to change it's title.

Poetics of nothing more then sympathetic
Whats left to write when strengths not might?
Words of Worlds plotting a nothingness of an absurd
Like tarot cards I'm reading blindly on the mic
Graffiti everywhere like a party of a masquerade
Walking down the streets empty like my alchemy
Eyes shifting away from you, my breath I sigh
Lullaby's I sing nothing more unto you my sweet Columbine
Looking into the mirror of the lipstick tray singing songs of loathing
Almost
Winter breaks my free fall as I count my splinters of time
Summer beaches as waves crash my memories of the lover
Fall unto me & stay sweetly now lifeless to my call
Spring into ones arms after swiftly remembering to sing
Always
Forget me not as I lust for another one at a time my stomach knots
Heart attacks of inhalation of fumes reviled
Care for me always as I write your lies in simple pairs
One at a time, calling fields we all forget none
I forget my lines as I tear it off we can repair it
Write me off a character killed off a plot line
Fire within me a flood before me, the burning wave of the squire
Nothing.