I would have liked to accomplish
So much more than I did
Now I am but an accomplice
Bliss leaves its bids

I would have liked a stream or
A sudden burst to speak for
My speed is weak - antique floors
Reek of shallow death.

I would have liked your malice
So much better was it good
On the fashion it held its chalice
It was more than I understood

I understand more than I crave for
It goes in hand with all demands
And the demons of my behavior
That on this island strands.

Me in a vent of steam
Shining through as red rubies gleam
Dear to me, the fleeting feelings
I appeal to another kin

Another kind of fiend divine
Now my friends all left me standing
At the fleet of mountains climbed
By amends adept and banned in

Foreign lands where I come from
Came from after going there
Thus this note is not a quote
And a song of my despair

Poetry by Me