I walk on

The beige envelope with invitation,

the start of my nightmare

All us friends we shall go

To the hill shall we go?

The hill of love,

for those with companion

The hill of life,

for those who can embrace

The hill of hell,

for those without pair

The hill of torture,

for those who cannot share

I reply: With great reluctance I shall tread,

this godforsaken land of dread

Treat me right or I’ll be gone

No more I to pity on.

Although with friends,

I stand alone

The friends with flesh,

Yet I, a bone

Left abandoned,

 I walk on

To see the valley

Of the far beyond

Up the hill I hike,

The cliff my journey’s end

Up this broken pigeon goes,

Ignored by all the beloved peacocks

I arrive at my destination

On the edge I can see

All that is, and all that won’t be

All that I see, is an ocean of me

My life a sea, my waves of grief

My tears crashing rapidly

My torrents of despair

And the tide of a broken soul

No fish swimming,

Not worth living

Everyone ignorant to my fate

Off the cliff the decision I make

I feel free, I feel free

Falling is my destiny

Although I see

My ocean of me

I’m glad to no longer be

My fate disrupted by a cat,

The cat whose always got my back

Just two seconds my end so near

Better feed you, Irene my dear

Awake I walk down the street

Just to find a kitty treat

I look left and all I see,

A handsome couple under a tree

I look right to ignore,

Yet I see a gun store

In there lies my fate

That .45 a tempting bait

I won’t accept that ugly fact

‘cause there’s no one to look after precious my cat

I smile, I walk

I ignore

I walk on, I walk on

I walk on, I walk on

Lovelace out...