Was Once A Boy

Ever was one to enjoy the rising sun

Never not another

To seem like I was one with the other

And of all these joys

A heart steered none

Oblivious rays struck home bound boys

Looking for answers where light shone

But no light shone

And there was no one

To tell them where to rest their heads

Your forlorn lies in cold hard beds

And the burnt and broken busts of kings long dead

Shall sink and remain forever intact

And that is what it’s all about

You think it matters

Don’t you

You think you’re kings

Don’t you

Well you are

But a king was always just a man

And a throne was always just a chair

And the man was always once a boy

And that love was always just a stare

The fear of love means posing

And pose you will

For your bust

And lust for your empty swill

And deliver onto us

All your disgusting hatred and then

When nothing genuine touches on

Your filthy glare will fall upon

The old hard eyes that look within

That tell you you are nothing but sin

And to begin again you must confess

That the boy has died

There’s nothing left