…LIKE AN ABORTED FETUS
We had something so strong that she loosened herself,
And so many oaths binding us like a twine,
I said “You’re more valuable than gold”
She believed my words like the Marxist dogma,
At once epigrammatic and arresting.
It stood like a sacred and indissoluble covenant,
But she watched me walk away during a rainy season,
Because she made me her private lover,
Then she squeezed hopefully her diamond pendant and prayed,
Yet the truth never came back, I was gone forever.
The fears and pains in her eyes,
The soul full of sorrow and agony,
Tears constantly cried and hope lost,
Resulting from betrayals and stabbed wounds,
All killed a limpidity, peaceful and lucidity of her life.
Today, the traces of the sunshine was erased,
She got broken and dampened to nonentity,
With a burning sense of ignominy and horror,
Alas, I was totally wrong,
Leaving her heart to bleed like an aborted fetus.
A reputation in shambles
Was it worth the gamble
When you paint the sky orange
Everyone knows
It's supposed to be blue
So who are you to decide otherwise
Just a counterfeit king
With questionable authority
And a facade of moral superiority
Is just the tip of the iceberg
Beyond the sky
Is a kingdom wrought with gold
But you sold your ticket
For a pocket of heartache
And a soul full of sorrow
You simple, simple boy
How it all fell apart so easily
And now you sit alone
At a table with only your thoughts
Each one declaring you a tyrant
Too trapped in his own hype
To see you lost it all
Was it worth the gamble
And a reputation in shambles
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