My cape has been torn the sun was no longer my friend
I hit the bottle all night woke up to do it all over again
The S was no longer shiny and worn from wear
I reached out to the night but no one was there
An empty house like an open cave, I lay my head to rest
Demons of the past laughed at me and hit me with sticks of regret.
I could not save anyone those days not even save me
I fell from 10 thousand feet, i fell into the sea,
what a savage and tormenting fall of shame.
When I got up there were empty bottles of liquor and wine
and a book of promise If given the time.
It said believe.
As time passed by my cape gained back its color of red
I became impervious to the attacks of flying words of lead
The one that I reached for that was no longer there for me
But I hold no anger toward her, if only this she could see.
For she gave me back the flow of words and rhyme
She became the fountain that I would use time after time
She is my friend and hopefully something new
My poet, you are my never
—ever -- ending muse.