Fiasco

Fiasco Burnt down, fatigued, no feelings left, So devastated, world means no heft I am not a phoenix to rise from ashes Soul does not let receive new lashes. I am plagued with tortures of ill fate Downbeat and broken, it is time to rate My noble deeds and even wicked My Lord, I beg, don’t be too strict! Would love to live a century more, But locked for me the main door I knocked at it ten thousand times Then I came back with all that grime.