[Burning Desire for a Reconditioned Memory]
I sit alone,
mocking the troubles I face while
soft bursts of yellow and gold fill
void hiding deep in my soul
The lustful tear of the broken heart
burns a hollow hue tonight�
Constantly
tearing at the center of my being,
ripping out the consistency that
holds me up in this age of betrayal
Waking up,
in a heated daze with the symphony
of the silver lining blasting in
my head [What makes you think
that I will take this from you?]
The lackluster care of a single wish
sighs with sin tonight�
[What else is
there for me to do?]
Will I become,
just another pawn to use?
Just another notch scratched on the wall?
Just another temporary fix for your void,
that surfaces in your mind?
[Of course I will]
I sit alone,
mocking the troubles I face while
soft bursts of yellow and gold fill
void hiding deep in my soul
The lustful tear of the broken heart
burns a hollow hue tonight�
t.seymour
12.9.2002