Owen
The Only Child of Aergia
Amidst all the whores and fiendsI misplaced my solemnityLast but not least on a long list in life of casualtiesI walked back and forth, retracing my stepsWhere I'd been and who I'd seenThrough an open door, into an empty bed, to my hands and kneesLooking for some kind of a sign, a deadly disease Or a homeless man who knows my friends by nameThe sound of sirens and heartache can be heard in the distance from where I layStretched out, the only child of AergiaIn the room, rubble and ruinsIf I lie still long enough for my heart to stop, will I find what I lost?
From Letras Mania