Sadist sadly succumbed to me
In rolling waves of self loathing
In tired shades of losing touch
In bed's we made that were just to much.
And the toil
Was ever present regret
Layered deep with in my nauseas pit.
And holding down my beating heart
Was my own ribs.
How could I offer anything
To the one already golden
Me fallen beneath the clouds
Belly to ground
I writhe in pits of fallen men
And you beyond the Eagles wing
So valiantly expressed beyond my own recognition.
I see in images and references
Of what I know
You see beyond the eagles wing.
A mirage of watery reflections
All speaking in unison
Of some stranger
From their dream
And I could see them all
But I never know what it means.
Could you please tell me who I am.