What's lost

The kill flies over the edge
The mighty time bird sings
A bill left
Undone and spilled
The silence rumoured with silent flings

Underneath the pale indigo sky
Where candles scarcely shine
I gave up
This alarming rate
And wished to be your concubine

The eagle's scout has never won
His silver wings down the brine
Bring back hope
And a bottle of gin
I'm suffering a life that isn't mine

A suit fits with my suitcase
A ribbon with my crowd
I slowly drown
In the day
And sing a song about

What's lost