(September 1st by W.H Auden)
September the first, 1939
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth
Obsessing our private lives
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night
Looking in the mirror
I can see blood
I dey see blood
My heart is bleeding
My legs are broken
I'm drowning in the Lazarus
Lookin at Ra's al ghul
Wonder if i make it back
Was I ever really dead?
Fucking dead
She has killed again
Fucker stabbed me in the heart
And she broke my legs
Does it ever end?
In this fucking world and below
What did you do to me?
What did you do to me?
What did you do to me?
What did you do to me?
What did you do to me?
What did you do to me?
What did you do?
What did you do?
What did you do?
What did you do?
What did you
Drifting in the space of my mind
I can say that my mistake was thinking you were mine
And when I think bout all the times
You made me feel alive
I know that when you left
Man, I was sure to die
Cos you were my life and you took the light
I struggled to find and you
Left me dead inside now
I can't smile no more
The battles I fought
And just for your love
And now I am lost
I can't help but feel alone
Someone tell me
What's the war of my love?
What did he say to you?
That I didn't say to you
What did he do to you
That I didn't have the chance to do?
What did he give to you
Cos I gave you my all
Clearly that was not enough cos you wanted
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