Nothing to cure

They ask me why I don't react these days

I say I'm an old man now 

Hell doesn't burn me anymore 

Nor does rain cool me

Blood was blood when it was red

Now lead fills my veins and my marrow is blue

So don't tell me to wage a war 

I've no causes left to cure 

Neither will I rage now 

I'm now a pink and white soft cake. 

My time was long over and I'm squatting 

on all things borrowed

Soon could be evicted. 

Reviews

[The Unknown Sith]

This was a good read. I feel this getting older.