Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Nothing
5.02.04
Everything becomes so overdone
And the lonely souls are once again withdrawn
Into our shells, not out of fear but out of impatience
The world cannot promise to stop its wandering
Through these golden, wicked streets
Soon we will learn
We can’t eat gold-
And so the world consumes herself
Everything becomes lost among the grave
And the glaive is raised- to strike
To cut away at the strife
You cannot fight
You don’t have the strength
You won’t last the night
You turn away
Afraid- your fears tear at you
Afraid- your tears scare you so much
I know, I know
And so we consume ourselves with nothing
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]