The was still is

 

Anguished in pain Jimmy is going insane

And his rituals and philosophies are now inane

His eyes only see evil, inclusive of hate

But do not blame the lad for he fulfills fate

By the day he is puzzled by questions of doom

He would have cried but there be no room

And now he is searching the address of death

For the was still is

 

Tears now decorate his face

And his feet now protest against his pace

With no one on his side it is just he

Of love, for him, it will not be

For that is where he has been

And he did not at all like the scene

And now he is out of breath

For the was still is

 

A traitor to the Romeo and Juliet file

But at this rate it is only for a while

For his promises are not weak

Worse still they have reached their peak

And in supernaturals lies no solution for him

And in anticipation lies no salvation for the whim

That is why he is searching for the address of death

For the was still is

 

The seeds of fate have been sown

As he continues to play the game as a pawn

But it is not till dawn

When he realises the rules had been drawn

And he thus puts reality to rise

Proving to himself he is not that wise

And now he tries to silence his breath

For the was still is

 

There be of the Monalisa and Doreen

But all be nothing to his Adlynn

And then memories are set into spin

All suggesting his life is a sin

Disaster now makes him a wish

Without destination he sails like a fish

And now he gazes at his death

For the was still is

 

To this life he is a stranger

No wonder he is in constant danger

Today advertised as the loner

Tomorrow known as a goner

And it is all part of the show

All part of the flow

For he now curses himself under his breath

For the was still is

 

In the agony he does salute

Of a life he lives as a mute

But passerbies render him mad

And the bible labels him bad

And the wise say his poetry lacks

For all they see is black

And now he is a twin of death

For the was still is.