My life is like skyfall, I wonder if I am Mr Bond,

This is a story of unfixed bonds, as I watch them fall apart.

paternal or maternal, some internal, it’s forever chaos.

Wonder whose funeral will I attend first,

Mine or theirs, I pray it's not mine.

Something you are fond of its called a bond,

Mine lately feel faded, don't know if they are bladed yet.

I see us back on our jaded ways, months no talk,

Only reach each other when guilt sets in,

It's always been the case, that's why I increased the space.

I wonder why, I said I wonder why?

Tried to reach out to you when you sat levish,

Eight years you never tried, met on terms of tears,

Tell me this is not how it appears, maybe, 

Just maybe I might believe you, or am I annoying you?

Years down the line, I look at my life disappointed,

It's my fault and it's not, I could have used some guidance.

Nothing is thicker than blood, unless its condensed milk,

Blood stains disappear under certain conditions, 

That's how things are some other times.