Kingdom, On Fire

The castle of tired hope keeps growing

while the kingdom around has fallen.

The black smoke rises and it’s snowing

grey dust. Is it too late to call in?

To call you? And let the silence murmur,

Let the abandoned dreams float ahead….

Damn, this daydream keeps gripping me firmer,

So tight, almost like it wants me dead.

This mirage of beacon is not a lighthouse

I would so desperately need to survive the storm.

But I must suffer to fully espouse,

To wear this blue tattooed body as uniform.

***

The morning will reveal our secret’s with its mist.

If we don’t carry our hopes quicker, our thoughts will twist,

Even the feelings clenched up in our fists.

Didn’t you know already? Not everything dead

is greatly missed.