Where Weary Whimpers!

It's inconceivable to think like this and fret 

The bubble has burst now the bulb is blown 

Castrated from a far distant place in time

As the life force is clamped and cut off 

There's a dead Man singing this morbid tune

It is playing with the emotions of what remains

So don't think you hold all the cards in the deck

Your pick up line is still ringing in the ears of many

If it is all about the class you are not showing any

Why is it so hard to get a clear picture here

When all of the lights are now in stark darkness

Blast this one from a great height as you muster 

Blood lust and caution have been thrown to sunder

This is now no longer the caustic flavour you desire 

The complete fashion of sense has been tarnished

While you think you wear the crown of glitches 

Free yourself of this hot mess you left to suffer

Surrender to the charms of all the good remembered 

There is no hope for one who thinks like this

Fretting over favour as you cavort your weary wares 

Yes all can see that you are no longer savoured 

Staleness seeps in as the darkness of what was 

Weeps with no more actions to fend off this feeling

And at the end of it all, you still think you have won