What is left for me?
One time, I lived in a realm,
Rich in love and fat in tastes that ripped the minds post
haste.
We drank the minds and lived the hour, in the haste of minutes
upon the fires.
One time the flame went cold, the music stopped and the rapacity
of life step to the fold.
It took the joy, it took the light left me feeling so unfed.
One time long ago, I felt the fire, held it’s cold.
Now just memories
left unfed.
I stand alone, no one left to be by my side,
All are gone save just me to remember the days in time.
No where to go nothing to be, rules are all changed.
My hunger rises, my soul burns to dance, with no place to
be.
An exotic shadow in the show, not belonging never to be
still.
I come and go, making lights for others shows.
One time twice, but never more, not enough to be, not enough
for me.
My hunger grows, needing to be.
But never to fed.
What is left for me.
To play the show, to serve the dish but never to feed.
What is left for me…
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-12-05 06:19:18
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