One Last Supper

the story goes alongside the rising dawn,

so much 'o flaked rice left unattended,

dances out o tune too, grazing just,

why blend in while one could stand out?

heartfelt days are many, for whose

drains we let our ears out not just from the rears,

satisfy my soul, my society has died a death,

few heroes letting go, new ones listenin', to winds,

strange, maybe of change,

intoxicated rush o senses, for one last supper,

we walk to the hazy blue ambiance,

where dames strip for survival, how graceful,

over time that one soulful has exposed,

my sacrifice, my little one, my smile,

i'll drown tonight to slumber,

maybe i'll visit your page again,

maybe we'll chase the speeding dawn again!!