Review of Ran (1985) by Stringer B — 12 Jan 2010

I wear this crown of thorns.

Upon my liar's chair.

Full of broken thoughts.

I cannot repair.

Beneath the stain of time.

The feeling disappears.

You are someone else.

I am still right here.

What have I become?

My sweetest friend.

Everyone I know.

Goes away in the end.

You could have it all.

My empire of dirt.

I will let you down.

I will make you hurt.

If I could start again.

A million miles away.

I would keep myself.

I would find a way.