Ramblings

The escapades of a man lost
Are for his eyes alone.
Others may try to understand,
Though the issue is lost on them.
They Denigrate and can the cost
Of heart for this life's drone
Lovers say lies to reprimand
Shows the bitch through the cloth of men

For one must focus on one's self
And care not if they atone.
The past remains a memory
And we all march on forward.
Poor sons lust, they cuss, on a shelf
Land there, lots never their own
They clash with perceived enemy,
Sand, sea, all are only for lords.

So leave the lone man to wander!
I say through endless pain
The end crashes upon us all
And there's nothing we can do
Oh, please! Blown and torn asunder
I play through experience gained
We send ashes on to fall
Land where nothing mans the pews