You have been gone for whiles now
Almost dead
You're wondering why the sky is crying
And you're so sorry

But you cannot see my pain
Your eyes are numb
From smoking smokes

And the chills going down your spine
Are the hidden beats of your heart
You cannot hear them
Because ears get deaf from dirty music

Oh the things that you have felt

All of the illusions
Flying through your head
They blind your eyes

Oh the ones that have gazed back at you

Their yearning full of glazed hunger
You fell for them
And their sleek, silky skin

Purity is found miles down the mud
But mud is still mud
And you
My prince
Have almost fallen

I throw you my last rope
It is golden
But you do not
Or cannot
Catch it

Those fists of yours
Are stubbornly clenched
In the arms of the weakest bluffers

Hold onto me
I tell no lies