I couldn’t explain
how being in the between felt like,
Of assumption and thoughts could all be baseless.
I breathed doubt’s on afternoons,
And night were spent in despair.
How must love be felt?
How must be another soul dealt?
How must I be of someone else’s
When I never could love myself?
Wickedly he smiled at all shores,
My mind slipped from another cord.
His cigars with fog of horrors
And his posture of a king’s clan.
Where his shadow casted
Was proclaimed his kingdom.
And his mane wavered with a chaotic roar.
Though such mighty was this Man of Steel,
Such Aura had his Glare,
His words were empty of truth
And his soul lacked a character.
It’s all in the core they say,
I’ve been of bad fortune then
Only have been treated cold
Valour though his appearance shades
Shallow is his Soul.