Peculiar Mess (Penkelemes)

We sat close to watch the sun say yes
Knowing time has come to an end,
And so were the plans that were not planned.
We turned beauty into a mess

We had nursed madness without a stress
And our ego we did not bend.
No one taught us how to remain canned .
No one knew it was more than chess.

Today we returned, death to address
Hand against hand, with hate to spend.
We have lost it ,we can not be manned .
The last oil is out of the press.

We sat close watching the sun say yes
Knowing time has come to an end,
And so were the plans that were not planned.
We turned beauty into a mess.

Miidong.