The Hanged Man & The Fool

Some words will not do,
when you are a Fool,
some sights cannot compare,
when all you see is a world, unfair,
a symphony of losses,
a malediction of wealth,
a temple of contradicting crosses,
and death.


Find comfort in the shade,
ignorance, ignorance,
sharpening it's blade,
comfort of the shade,
this tendering phase.

I've lost a lot of sleep,
thinking of the speed of things,
the ice is getting thin,
and if I may be shrewd,
people are not true,
      no one can hide,
      from the shade,
      beckoning me,
      beckoning you,
       that's what They do.