Patron Saint Of Hopelessness

I am the patron of a sullen desire
Spread along obscure roads
Taking the path into a wedding pyre

As if exclusive ever meant a thing to me
Whatever strangers see, is probably
A stoic fragment of attempted glee
I long for the places I'll never see
These milestones are only for everyone but me

To sit in contemplation,
I'd never solve a single thing
Drawn to the depths of desecration
And a heart shaped killer to which I'll cling

So why does the flame light to one side
And why is a heart secret so hard to confide
Are we doomed to remain in a domain so acidic
Or are we fatally attracted to whatever's unrequited?

It's human nature to obsess
We're surrounded by abundance,
And still we get less
..I am and always have been..
The patron saint of hopelessness