Dymytry Vance
10/05/09, 08:01 PM
I
I am a legitimate excuse this time for failure,
As the troubadours tune their flute to a sharp F,
And the King battles his lovers quarrel,
And life is lost in between the sheets at night.
I have lost my meaning, noted my diction at zero,
Lost all wear, begun blasphemy.
I am the flower petals delicately dropping slowly
Upon the surface of this pond, address the water as Earth.
All emotion lost at the hearth,
and the dignity escaped at their bedside eulogy.
So long to this euphoria.
I am crawling off this stage,
I have seen the light,
and am bargaining my wage.
I am a legitimate excuse this time for failure,
As the troubadours tune their flute to a sharp F,
And the King battles his lovers quarrel,
And life is lost in between the sheets at night.
I have lost my meaning, noted my diction at zero,
Lost all wear, begun blasphemy.
I am the flower petals delicately dropping slowly
Upon the surface of this pond, address the water as Earth.
All emotion lost at the hearth,
and the dignity escaped at their bedside eulogy.
So long to this euphoria.
I am crawling off this stage,
I have seen the light,
and am bargaining my wage.