RIP Alexander McQueen
A young upstart from the city, trying to make a buck in this tough sweet world,
Where the trees are grey and the floor is gold.
If only that were true I’d have no problems bar pleasing my self,
It seems to have deserted me this past day or 12,
Papers and ink were never the fashion, nowadays it feels as though even the makers of that have lost their way,
Hanging from the bathroom frame to a world in the sky, to drink air and laugh at down below,
The fools they say, if only they had known, of what the answer was or how to find out,
They sit and they worry, fret and they fray, until the weekend comes and everyone is out to play,
The day they forget, is the day they will start to live, the day will not come until the day after next.
My heart is with everyone, but no-one will see mine, I keep it hidden away awaiting my sunshine.
Please tell me to stop, and your wish will come true, I am just doodling to which end if only I knew, kneweth of you and you will knoweth a lie.
Until that day we will have to wait and look to the sky.
13. February 2010 at 2:31 pm
Grey skies & hurricane storms
Fashion has no mercy
Hologram skull and cross bones what genius hooligan on e
Friend or a foe, its all an outrageous show scarves at the ready
Fools fret will never overcome the almighty angst ridden reveller
Upon this day never forget I hope that you see me, as I’m staring at you when you look, you look right through
Grey skies & hurricane storms await, they brace themselves, they know it will hurt but only for thee as finding their sunshine will never be
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go
Look up to the sky, as my shadow will be forever cast on you
RIP