Post by Willow Short on Mar 16, 2007 17:06:43 GMT -5
Normal. What is normal?
But a word, a word that means nothing.
Our burning desires diminished,
leaving not but glowing embers and cold hearts.
Greed for the one thing one desires,
lusting for things that are no more.
One cannot help but think that there is no use for such feelings,
feelings....
Another meaningless word.
Feelings that mean nothing,
nothing but an empty husk.
Soulless and alone one sits until ones rekindles,
only to be drenched once again.
Putting out what’s been burning.
Only to light cold hard feeling.
Life goes on yet this life’s diminishing.
But a word, a word that means nothing.
Our burning desires diminished,
leaving not but glowing embers and cold hearts.
Greed for the one thing one desires,
lusting for things that are no more.
One cannot help but think that there is no use for such feelings,
feelings....
Another meaningless word.
Feelings that mean nothing,
nothing but an empty husk.
Soulless and alone one sits until ones rekindles,
only to be drenched once again.
Putting out what’s been burning.
Only to light cold hard feeling.
Life goes on yet this life’s diminishing.