opening cul-de-sac

opening cul-de-sac

What I have is what I am,

What I don't, is what I am, not,

Borrowed eyes are there to slam

Without a sound that covers the plot.

I am living the life lived thousands of years ago,

Tooth and claw, finding flaw lying on the bed,

Imprisoned ease none to release any show,

Black’s still so much ill in the burning red.

Questions have one response,

Answers there all so much within,

Lived through them all at once,

And watched the tired scene.