TAINTED LINEN

I can't neglect sorrow 

From what I borrowed,

Still yet I acted fine,

Spending what wasn't mine,

And giving myself a vague time.

Tick say the clock 

the day promised has clocked,

I can't remember the years I've clocked,

My master is coming !!!

Show me a hiding place,

where I can hide my face .

I've become a slave,

I'm calling my son

A grandfather for me to be saved,

upon me is a shame I've crave,

this is a scar patter of all time

drumming upon my body that never 

leave my bookshelf.

I have learnt never to sing 

a song I can't discern it's rhythm,

Clinging to the ode 

Is a rock cleft of my safest mode,

Never borrow,

You'll be hidden from faces of sorrow,

That tainted shame colours on white

costly linen of living in tomorrow.