We’re Alone Now

Fragile souls in the arena
bristling claws and teeth,
cornered.
Bloodied by caustic tongues,
haemorrhaging self-belief.
Their words dissecting,
infecting.
Still unable to summon the strength for the fight,
nor the bile to counter.
A last pitiful cry…..

… We’re alone now

Touch Of Cinnamon

Lyrics for James Blake – Retrograde

I decided to alter this piece. I prefer it this way, hope you do too.