Detention - Canvas

Post-modern days Awaiting me The domes of castles lost Condescend to me Paintings bright as eyes Beyond the fence As I stray in a gloomy dusk On a square of decadence Post-war days Uncertain smile On a photo black and white Erstwhile Your lips dark as night Gaze straight through me The books of men Of own fantasy Feel the sign In the dead of the night As the strangers Perform their rites In the throes Of what to come And what is Still remained With my verve as a beacon I take the hand Of the everlasting Darkness Roads with no return No one missing us astray Ways so imprecise Godforsaken gets unstrained And these ways imprinted in my days Captured in my life Your drained aspiration fails What's left of yourself As the morning rise Canvas looks back at me Paintings bright as eyes On the balcony As my strings vibrate I write a book Of a man of own fantasy That's how you look