Poison flows through my blue blood veins,
Imprisoned in some senseless pain that belongs to someone else,
Not me. The cold hard day is just a passing phase,
As I sit and play the subtle game.
Yesterday has gone,tomorrow has come,
Yellow spots appear and vanish before my eyes,
I spin and I spin like a little top, losing control.
I am a man with no real convictions left,
Only self-imposed disciplines,
All unnecessary I'm sure,
There are not too many temptations left for me,
That I can see,that I need to resist.
The absolute twist of fate
And yesterday's joke has gone so very wrong indeed.
I'm seeking only peace now
Yet still there is no peace in me.