Never

Never another day another month another year. 
Constant in beginning ending capsule of profanity, 
Promiscuous the way you sound, pernicious gait,
Your frolic capital, broadcasting all the sounds that come to mind, 
Never knowing you, never seeing the demise. 
Melancholy borders, accusations of hypocrisy, malaise, 
Malice to corrupt the centre stage, a hit, another headache
Pierces through the sensuality, another scream and nights
Drag on forever sleepless, dodging passes of forlorn, 
Capacious and capricious, a hierarchy spills of nonexistence
Passion praised in lonely pencilled hearts, bureaucracy, 
A love under conditions in contract, 
Leverkühnian wasteland, never play and do not seek respite. 
Pieces of a wandering submission, trade my principalities, 
Baroque — another talisman for ends of days and tears, 
Shipped off in a lonely parcel for a lonely afternoon, 
City streets so terribly unknown a promise in capitulation
Exists but if intangible it may not be, touch upon my skin. 
Never dear another coronation stuffed upon my head.  
Reaction balladry, condition they may never like to meet, 
Standing in a mirror now imagining a being marked and mundane, 
Never know to meet another, desires nonexistent — and should I like to
Fall through whirlpools of an uncertain end or take a photograph of
Happiness to hang up on my wall in admiration to a past that can no longer
Be? No, but let me perish now before the fates decree my time has been a waste. 
Never another morsel peacefulness may seep into my skin.