i fell

Covered in sins; and my time is dying;

politics and love; my heart’s design.

filled with desire and pain mixed with wrath.

I fell.

Fell into the deep-less pit; the unspoken myth.

The dying of a breed; the end of an era.

Dancing underneath an umbrella.

The faceless man with a wheel in his hand.

The unread book with jabs and hooks.

The smokeless cigars and unplayed guitars.

Tormented dreams with pet snakes;

Fire and ice; sugar and spice;

Drunken knaves feast on death of democracy

ruled by a ruler of hypocrisy

Choking leaves on broken dreams of gardens made of concrete.

Dropping beats that make believe dreams in a lil princess’ diary

Wrapped in grief I do believe the world is close to dying;

If I say better days lie ahead then I may just be lying.

Taking breaths I am impressed that hope comes and goes in waves,

And each day though I am prepared, I still BeLieve like an innocuous slave.

Slave of grind and better times that I wish we can see one day;

Where all are drunk in love and peace and forgotten how to pray.

Silk and soft and all things lost; I serenade her with a song I wrote long ago.

I love her not; I love her so; I love her long after the show.

I dream of us in a broken ship in nineteen twelve.

And like each time, I give my heart to her again before….

I fell.