Without Love
When you have flown, high in the sky.
Walking alone, brings water to your eye.
The speed of life is over, the colors start to fade.
Black and white images, frozen in the shade.
Love is sharp and cutting, like a magic sword
One side is blissful, one side you can't afford.
Riding the high of life, makes the world complete.
Falling from graces, leads to utter defeat.
The bliss gives only, a sip to build your thirst.
The defeat is long lasting, lower than the worst
Days are long, unending, no bright side to find
Forgetting is impossible, that would be too kind.
So a beaten man, shall I ever be.
No sign of improvement, none that I can see.
Hiding in my misery, no hope to light the way.
No vision of something more, just the same thing every day