For Roses Left Unsullied

And to life in tired misery am I now in, sighing out loud for plains ablazed in a sad state of infamy
To roam down still these dark, black alleys of anti-social misfittings, of suits unfit even for madmen
But alas it all fell upon me to raise these ruckus back from the dead, of dreaded old scythes in blackened rust
And wages of sin paid in full but still unsettled, so amassed am I in memories that never I treasured

Now here I am alone in the streets of cold asphalt, beholding the glare, these vermillion spilled lamp posts
To find out my way as I tried to be sane but never much the same, too much of denials oh my identity I know not!
To bequeathe once or never my gleam of lost vanity, or a wisp of shorn pride, too late to but fathom, of what I've done still...
But never the answers they'd answer me gold, for a lot of my louts I'd wither them sold, in peace or in pieces these madness must cease!

So now who's all but merry for when the truths they break hearts? Am I too late to stop and rewinding?
To what of the ends must these carousels be a-spun to? For wrecked of the dusk should I just kiss or kill it all off?
Too ripe oh God please save me for I fear shadows are winning, to ride out the strong in places of no hope for redawning but how could this be?
Is this all my fault for when my world now be blackened, a pit of no sorry, but surely some help could come for me still, or are they all just husks in view of the gales?

I don't know, but somehow, I just couldn't have known just how twisted this life path could have become back then
Oh hordes of all fevers and plagues please catch me from falling for this soul now be wandering, too thick stuck in hate for whatever's that's forty
To gain naught but cold tears in the sunrise of lost nothing for the lifeless heart I carried so within
So maybe that one day they would bury me good, after all is forgotten, to dance in no infamy oh to wish I'd be there, to breathe and let go for roses left unsullied...forever!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012