Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Fallen Prince

Your words rain down upon me
Burning the sensitive composition
Altering the colours of my perception
Breaking the shoulders of the ideas upon which I balance

Every wrong turn is my ignorance
And every one of my choices, you say, my limitation;
Making yourself powerful in the perception you wear
To adorn your gravest flaws

Every affair of yours, your responsibility
And me, your embellished burden, you call love;
Drawing skillfully a beautiful confinement
To shelter your deepest fears

Relentless to prove my colours strong
Although off-beat and unique, yet not myth,
I wait in the shadows, offering all I have,
For you to perceive me...