A husband life

I often crave the looking glass

Much stronger than its beams of light

Preferring these illusions, still

They‘ll always bring me home, or down

What have you? A husband life

Divorced from thy reality

You head to strife

to bed your wife

And choose to die in lullaby

The trees still smell like hell and fire

No love will rest in my empire

And inbetween the smoke and gold

I tremble at what’s yet to come