01-23-2013, 05:42 AM
Do we hope to lose our simple desire?
That life clearly laid out in the womb
Dry souls are best to stoke times fire
Did you want to make 'time's' possessive?
Yet none are present in a layman's tomb
Flames we tend for a distant world to see
Dark winds whisper so they worry us not
A beaten spirit knows death's luxury
The end is written so ignite the plot
But I yearn to leave a footprint somehow
Blessed are those who could not care less
Act worthy on the day you take a bow
Still, ones who try normally make a mess
The grave still calls with it a prophecy
Humble it is not, teach it modesty
I'll get back to this. I need to go find out why the heat's not working; it's cold in here again.
That life clearly laid out in the womb
Dry souls are best to stoke times fire
Did you want to make 'time's' possessive?
Yet none are present in a layman's tomb
Flames we tend for a distant world to see
Dark winds whisper so they worry us not
A beaten spirit knows death's luxury
The end is written so ignite the plot
But I yearn to leave a footprint somehow
Blessed are those who could not care less
Act worthy on the day you take a bow
Still, ones who try normally make a mess
The grave still calls with it a prophecy
Humble it is not, teach it modesty
I'll get back to this. I need to go find out why the heat's not working; it's cold in here again.