WASTED

Wasted I be for the want of your soul
As the memories of my hinter days unfold
I walk through my silence
My angst suppressed
As if the morning gloom dost bring a death bed

If angels and demons went on a strike
Would I be alone on this glorious night?
If destiny perchance may rule
Will my hands change? My face untooled?

And the walls are like battles
Each to be fought with care
I do believe in the glamour
But not the sin and the despair

Overcome I am, on this morrow bright
My troubles lying below line of sight
I cry out in anguish for the façade to lift
Secretly scared of the wintry drifts.

And hope be my only saviour
And love the only anchor
As the lil’ boat of my life tugs along
Tugs along, tugs along…..