Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

24 January 2017

Dead alone / Time to go







Everybody dies alone
Even you, follower of trends
Living a lie, as the intro describes
Full of need and wants
Not seeing the fake self inflictions
Never admit to the weakness in being

Man seeking and chasing his own shadow
Looking down, spreading wisdom
Based on the closed world he lives in
Afraid of the dark, of the woods at night
You seek comfort in creating you own tales
Not having strength to break out fully, to be free

Got to break out, be me again
Trapped in a safe cage
Comfort and ease played it’s course
Time to go

Everyone dies alone at last, at least
You too, fame and richness proven useless
As parasites do not cling on to a dead host
She will find a way to survive without you
Provider of comfort on all levels
Lies steering you on the wrong path

You call yourself black, when grey is your name
Afraid of solitude, never knew the meaning
In others lie your fake status, in men knowing a sheep
Gutted and hollow is your reality compared
Living for gain, the goat lead and you follow
Good to be king in your own limited world

 I say ; Wolf of the Steppe
Alone and powerful
Always plunging into the abyss
Knowing ones destiny

Religious dogmas shaping your being
Tradition and rules still pressing
To be grey one needs faith in the Gods
Fear of the unknown haunting you
Ruled by nature, water and winds
He you adore can surely see what is missing


You say nothing







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