Today I want to burn it all away.
Not even to make room for the new.
Graphite shavings, and oily skin.
Fear of sleep, promise of nightmares.
A world of melody and harmony,
a vision of dischord.
No new songs today, no new ventures.
May it all flicker, and fall quietly to the floor.
May it all wither, disapear in the wind.
May it all falter in this walk of reality.
Blink into nothing.
Fade. Disapper.
May the engineer of this cruel madness
watch as his beautifully flawed experiment
turns to ash
and cinder.
At least then I'll know,
in the dancing havoc...
If love is a fire,
is it a candle?
Protesting quietly, helpless against the winds of pursed lips
desperate against the daunting magnitude of the night?
If love is a fire
why then...
Am I so cold?
