Fall'n

Standing on th' edge of the shatter'd world,

Lost within reality and fight of my struggle;

In a city, where lost soules were not appreciated,

On the shallow surface, torn 'twixt love and hate..

Sitting alone in the darke with a broken smile,

Don't want to be seene, nor to be heard by the world;

Am I fed up with th' eyes of the people?

Or have I lost faithe in mine owne survival?

Watching an Angel fall'n from Grace,

Leste, the world couldth not see;

Greatest beauty with her saddest face,

Yet, that her eyes do not weep..

Yesterday, have I not told myselfe better luck morrow?

Today, I am still a loveless soule, envy'd in sorrowe;

Day by day, with-out blessings, a cruel tease on my fate,

A second of Love I trusted, Heav'n scarce believ'd in hate..

Such melancholic eye, even the world forbids,

Verses unwritten'd by tears, left uncaught, unkiss'd;

Taken me, drown'd me in, were Serenity, and Darkeness,

Infinite battles pre-destin'd, were Death, and Loneliness..

From the moment we were born, we began to die,

Same night awaits us all, before my lifted eye;

Sweete tender Grace, how of't in elegant deceit,

Sadden'd and misguided, what is it meant to be?

"Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet..."

Jan 2005