blissful prawn
the weary castle crumbles bit by bit
pipes brown and rust
stones bite the dust
rearising towers feast on too much
porous cement is forced to devour water
focus on main towers, leaves the rest untouched
like a father and his forgotten daughter
the rebirthing fort has layers and layers
so it wouldnt fall apart,
to the sheaths of its nerves
it begs and requests and hunts a favor
it requests a prison
of oysters to its pearls
I build and build and build and build
the fortess rises above the sky
i stop and look, time seems to still
a meteor hits, listen, it's the first cry
all my efforts were in vain
even the sky feels my pain
tears spill, i pretend its rain
of course, it happened again