Burning Burning,of wants you'll never have,unfulfilled loneliness,of your own choosing,destruction of peace paid for by vengence,of an unhappy heart,contempt of those around you who are happy,in their own quaints,treetops of air are not enough when silence comes prowling out of the darkness the corners, the devestations, the self brought agonies of untold frightful panic,yes despair is in the air,can you taste it? Eat it until you are full,yet you always remain hungry for more and more and more unsatisfaction.The rat is your friend fiendishly preparing his savours for your end,waiting to taste your despair,oh such a culinary delight,when your eyes are afright,m m yes,the error of your ways are a consuming war of discomfort to your world of easiness,pick the laughs or choose..the tears.I have no ears,my only getting of your mind is your faith or your fear.no! choose me not...Pride