Where Has It Gone

Where has it gone? That magical fog of insence What dried away that pond of sadness That magical wand That glowed has gone Took away my constant moon When, not even a wizard Could of taken its existence. Where has it gone? It's a sad time to feel I was thrown far out Like a fisherman's bait. On his broken hooks of hate Away from that fog these eyes Once admired Away from the smells Of inscense of innocense Taking slow breaths, For a slow death. Now I lay wired In wounds. Where has it gone? When once the fisherman Gave me breath