Do caress.

So we delve into the river seine, a night in Paris
A drop in the river that allows the poet in me to release and then collapse
We were A part of something, a protagonist, a tell me all yet let me fall
Into a cravice a shadow so dark I try to climb but I'm afraid Ill stall.

I began a journey that even the most beautiful can not complete
Born into a miserable tear driven back to back terrace, the Victorian says my see street.
It's eighteen ninety seven and my wife is a failed romance
She's my counting on one hand, she's the lead footed part of this long drawn out  dance.

Who on earth am I to justify escapism
What am I to explore the earth of a fucking mechanism
Sinning amongst earths Christians and Jews and muslims etc
The wounded arms and legs in need of multiple suture.

This romantic Parisian this thing that I try to disguise
Behind every multiple hero mask that I allow you to creep upon and find
So I delve into the river seine hanging in an eventual knot from the bridge
I explored every avenue I eventually released every word that she said.

So close that she said. So close to rhyming but not quite close enough
I apologise. I chastise myself it's just not a part of me being the new found tough
I'm a weak inner self, a dying dark spider on the wall of myself
I'm a self flagulation, inner demon, a puking insipid pale driven face,  who cries on his grandmothers shelf

Who the hell. Am I. Who am I the poet. The altogether being that thinks he knew it
But he didn't. He didn't know a god damn thing he danced in amongst the butterfly shit
That changed the world. That altered our mind our state of address
I won. I really did so tickle my heart my mind my , my, do please caress