I miss being myself
over the last few years
I stopped guessing where my angels lost their battles
and walked away from their man
man who stood up to fate with a cross and a tired blade
and even though all-seeing glass in the sky
mirrors the big lie
teeth are fixed
bills are paid
the winds of death blow through empty rooms of what’s left to evaporate
silent air
turns heavy
cascading clouds run into dust on the horizon
no human of sane mind comes to stay
birds of paradise flew away to better grounds
whispers of the past are now echoes and scars
many
many souls were knocked off the game
as I walked the Earth young and blind
such a shame to stay alive longer than them
as nothing of them was left to blossom or thrive
but steady
steady, lad
the infinite clock will chime its bells
rotating cube
up above
will finally appear
tower over my dance
till I break my neck jumping its face
heart is gone
dogs dead
it was a rough day
fair fight
last stand
it is all right
all right to rest
out of sight