Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Trial by fire... the cost of my desire


I can see into your eyes… I can sense the fear

Fear… a curse I have come to hear

Despair thickens the air, asphyxiating oxygen into submission

Id take a bad hangover over this weird period of transition

Finding our feet. catching our breath, trying to make sense

Tense… intense… choking on elixir minus life’s essence

Is the darkness here to stay? Will it ever go away

Reminding you and me that bullshit does not pay

Come judgment day

Out of luck?

Seemingly stuck?

Like a werewolf longing for the moon

His judgment cometh… and that right soon.

1 comment:

freeverse said...

like the rhyme scheme :)
esp the moon and soon .. very natural. and poetry was not supposed to be ur domain. stay out intruder.