Baskadia

From my collection RENAISSANCE

Is it the time wasted?

Or is it the painful gain?

All in all is a win for us.

We were a perfect half

I proved my loyalty

You proved your existence.

I'm hurt and mourning

But I'd still say I'm sorry

That's my gentle man's way

Sorry that I'm not a prophet

To have seen this coming

Mourning on reminiscing of

Efforts lost to forfeit.

I better take my leave

Apologies for the pain

Is it too much of a drain?

Last night had me munching

On thoughts of anchoring

My leave to a No Man's Land

Where silence would be peace

And peace to lay forever

Would the sermon have been better if Parker was a priest?

Would the pain have gone if Shakespeare had written about us?

Would I ever complain if you had atone to me?

Would love have been better if roles were switched?

Would it make sense if hurting me wouldn't be an offense?

Drich is my name

The living ghost of Apollo that

Has gained applaud of centuries before him

Fumbles with words and tweaks emotions.

He's the cascade of art in all exaltation.

And a sublime to gaze at and be lost in words.

I fund my heart with excuses

And blab about why we can't

But the stubborn fauna is always fantasizing about you.

But I have to go,

The journey on the edge of life

Was one of millions. But fate had other plans.

If only I can make amends,

Will you put a supporting arm?

Times with you felt lonely

Times in your sight felt conclusive

Times with you, I attended my funeral and came back to life.

Communication is a life vein

Cut it and everything is ground to zero

I find you're at your peak in my absence and

At your worst in my presence.

The world deserves someone like you,

The world denounced wolves like us and made us a threat to society.

For I must go and never look back.