Lost or Live
God of poetry, now weeps in pain
unable to draw or sing for his love
who lost himself in human fame.
He watches the stars, remembering the past
Suffocating under his own breath looking for a gasp
He finds himself in a labyrinth lost
where he hides teary eyes to fake smile.
Once bloomed in after blue and played in noon meadows
has become a gold leaf of autumn like a dead with soul
unable to fall, unable to fly
Being a victim of dark story he wants to survive
yet struggling to face unblind truth of a new start
He is no longer a god, nor a human
but somewhere between, both or maybe?
will he resurrect as a pheonix or end up burning to ashes?
Time will unravel where his fates reside