what ever happened to the rhythyms and rhymes
more questions than answers
more worry than peace in this shivering heart of mine
what ever happened to the warm fire burning in the dark
crinkled crackling tricky and dangerous
but obvious and hot in its wonderful nature
a common story ending in creased eyebrows and barely crescent frowns
i ask once again
what ever has happened to the thrill of the drop, the relief in the ascent
and the descent has never been so heart wrenching
twisted squashed and battered now tattered what useless cant abuse this anymore
past its recognition and prime
what ever happened to the wanting and desire
more sickly for the same meal over and over again. each day the brew becomes more dull with every sip nibble
and bite
once devoured in no time at all
left rotting and forlorn on the floor
what ever happened to those beautiful nights
of being half awake, half dreaming of the best imaginable reality
that isnt now but was before
thus the longing and the yearning
the false hope and the sad searching
more rain than sunshine
more desert than life
sunbleached bones burning in the sunshine
sad souls lost wandering through the lonely eternity
pray that whats hidden is not conivingly stolen
pray for a peaceful retaliation and rubies shouldnt fall from devilish eyes
dont dread the rebirth
pray that what comes from the ashes is more beautiful more memorable
more worthy
than its tragic and forgotten death
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