I am the king of my pieces,
where the king owns the game,
my pawns are gone,
my knights are slain,
my rookes have fleed,
and my castles decayed,
all is left is me and my Queen,
she protects me,
like a cloak of safety,
I don't want to end like this,
no, not this way,
in this game of where the king controls,
I want to save her,
I want to protect her
its not supposed to be the other way,
I try to help,
I am useless,
I am weak,
I cannot do such thing,
it is not in my power to,
I'm afraid to lose my Queen,

I'm falling
faster than a diving hawk
yet, with five cm. per second
have been falling for :
two hundred and sixteen months
or eighteen years
or so I reckon . . .

Not much is left
the board is cleared
all pieces played their chosen roles
and here I am
the latest pawn
I'm all that's left
I'm all that's left . . .

So I'll masquerade
to celebrate
this last parade
of adolescence
and when I wake up
I'll still be the same
the same old man
the same old child
still falling in the pit
of society's crimson essence.

Outta Here

This is already taking to long,
over it before I’m even into it,
too legit to quit what not,
genuine not counterfeit,

I counter with,
Love when ever a Hater steps,
got the best moves like a chess move,
where the Queen gets the King hit,

call that one,
the King’s Gambit,
reckless like drunk double agent detective,
accidental checkmate surprised as you still act like I planned it,

but if you’ve noticed in chess,
it always ends with “check mate.”,
which means you never actually **** the man,
you warn but do not finish him,

must be an English game,
of English origins,
or maybe it’s Indian,
either way it’s foreign,

wait,
nevermind I’m snoring,
see even the most entertaining thing,
sometimes seems so boring,

this is already taking to long,
over it before I’m even into it,
too legit to quit what not,
genuine not counterfeit,

see we all know time is priceless,
because it’s the only thing we can’t be any amount of,

all the money in the world,
still haven’t a moment to lose,
can spare a dime but not a minute,
Time or Money which would you choose?

Nothing to prove,
you want the truth,
all of these words,
have already been used,

it’s done,
party’s over,
I see the sun,
there is no cover,

it’s like that morning after at the party,
and everything doesn’t look quite as pretty,
and the sun is starting to rise,
and you want to go but don’t know where specifically,
this is the paradox we all walk,
on the road to Eventuality,
with Dear Watson steering in a Datsun,
stating the obvious that it’s “All elementary”,

Dear Watson I’m lost and,
this is already taking to long,
I’m anxious with no direction nor patience,
and the only thing I want to get is gone…

This is already taking to long,
over it before I’m even into it,
too legit to quit what not,
genuine not counterfeit…

So come on,
let’s get outta here so we can get into it…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆