Lost Gods Poem by royness ( ' ' )

We were never truly bad, only
born into the wrong time
a world without heroes or gods
where everything is lost...lost...

lost as we, out on the town
dancing down midnight city streets
swigging from bottles and
singing up at windows

chasing Nirvana
all over the place –
ready to paint the sky with fire
delighting in our own demise...

no one hears us, anyway
they are listening for the sirens –
the policemen are
chasing the children again

while all us crazies run free
the light still shines in our eyes
and our madness is beauty -
let me take your hand in mine

and we’ll glide through the night
drinking whisky and poetry
lamenting the loss of our gods...