The clock struck twelve,
time for the final call...

Bright and sparkling eyes,
Mesmerizing, like little fire flies...

Would someone, my friend, be?
Deep blue ocean and a sandy shore...

So this is how I end,
burning with a hectic glow...

May god bless you to life,
may your needs be sufficed...

I once had two gods,
one white and the other black...

Guys this was the reply I got for my poem the...
I am the religion you abide...

The bright summer glow,
lost again to a hectic haze...

You say this life is yours,
that you are its master and slave...

Here I sit,
on the edge of the Earth...

It was a nice little slum,
before they came along...

It was never for the attention,
or the love I got...