Knocking over the bottle of ink
Paper now blotched
The splatter from a quill
The stain on a heart.
An abyss draws one in
Dense fog surrounds innocense
The allure of darkness
A frail mind consumed.
It would defile that memory
Using mystic forces
The trauma only grew
The ending only tragic.
There was no funeral
As the world became frantic
Twilight fell over that life
Induced by disturbance.
Stark landscapes surround
They detach the imagination
With an incoherent lullaby
So delicate, fluttering...yet shrouded.
The sound becoming tangled
Soon hushed and misled
The notes severed by obscurity
A tune turned ghostly.
Deep desire would perish
Lithium to control
Brainwaves inhabited by obsession
Origin no longer known.
Thoughts crumble away
Descend into the labyrinth
A shrine under siege
A soul now hollow.
Tarnished hearts meet in secrecy
horomones flare in passion
The past possibly destroyed
As two bodies merge.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
I found the thought to be a little fragmented in this, although the use of punctuation to indicate pauses might benefit. All in all, good use of the word bank. 
