Somedays (Go down in flames)

I saw her today,

Walking into the

Majestic Cafe'.

Holding his hand,

That poor excuse

For a man.

Who would let her

Do those dirty things

Chasing after dollars.

Sometimes the world,

It makes me wonder.

Why everyone's so

Goddamn broken.

But mirrors keep

Me grounded,

Hypocrite reflections

In webbed silver.

I hope things get better.

It's hard

To be doing well,

Watching loved ones

Looking to suffer;

Some days I want

To go down in

Flames with you.

But there's always

That ghost, in mirrors

Lakes and window panes;

Telling me to keep

On with the path,

Not to give up faith.

But somedays

I want to.