Crossroads

In the twilight before the morn
Scattered grass iced, forlorn
Silence in the air ash at dawn
Fire burnt out and clouds in storm

Life in vain for a purpose lost
Empty pockets wealths secret cost
Deamon woman in dress and frock
Promising warmth untill 8 o'clock

Frozen yet still full of hope
That packs were made
without ability to  cope
 Into uncertain stomy seas i waded
And no lifeboat according to dotted line
The down and out  ontract declined
For useless has become a truth
Far from goal and far from youth

Wishing a u turn in times secret run
Not to have lost but actually have won
Defeated by a lust for its own making...
Soul left bare for the taking
Evil eyes is silent wake
This time to home a journey I make
Not to embracing the failure of me
Never around no more to see.