Blue hour

It has declined.
It was inevitable.
Its dead.

I lost it.
I regret,
and I died.

Blew it, and I knew it, I knew it right from the start.
Just so frustrated, deceived myself again, and again.
A blessing and a curse. Woe on me.

It was meant to be, to converse with unfinished sentences, speak with unspoken words.
My Face, why did I lift up Your Mask.
Yes, i give up. Completely, totally, utterly, completely.

Its the Blue hour, and there is no end to it.