The Fallow Fellow

All the world's wretched words You're rest assured that I have heard In smokey skies and infant cries All of my lies fly high in pride Fortune and fortune And gold and gold I'm told I'll get my fortune and gold But I feel cold and left alone To sit idly by my graveyard stone All my thoughts Turn into oughts Could of beens Should of beens Whether I'm free or not All my sadness Banished, it's madness! It's vanished and never coming back My face to the floor Heart racing no more These lungs I adore Have rot to the core In my last weakened swallow My heart becomes hallowed As the lands in my mind become fallow All the dark and dreary nights I stand alone in terror and fright Crying out my pain and fear Into the silence I hold dear The breeze, the breath of God – is still And kills my cold and frozen shrill Soft yet broken my body free falls Though shattered glass and haunting halls All my thoughts Turn into oughts Could of beens Should of beens Whether I'm free or not All my sadness Banished, it's madness! It's vanished and never coming back My face to the floor Heart racing no more These lungs I adore Have rot to the core In my last weakened swallow My heart becomes hallowed As the lands in my mind become fallow Soon the end will come to pass The future and present give way to past You'll leave this cold and fragile world To dance upon the starlit whirl of Truth becomes irrational And love becomes love actual You try to react in time for action But the fever has grown and killed your sorry soul