Passion is coming down around you
Will you hope or simply fail to?
Question I always ask myself
It’s so boring without health
Treading down the paths of forgotten.
Brokering all the lies rotten.
Stuck between the empty rooms.
Offered glimpses at the ever tombs.
So let me lie down on the slab.
Perfection for the nightly jab.
Conclusions which will only fade.
My time has never been repaid.
Wrestled from below the roof.
What is left cannot be proof.
Counter ’til the moment dies.
One iota and still no prize.
Passion is coming down around you
Will you hope or simply fail to?
Question I always ask myself
It’s so boring without health
Battered til the day does come.
Sad suggestion that you find fun.
Capable of, so so little.
Like being made of all that’s brittle.
But these visions were never made.
I am failure that you want slade.
Poisoned to my very core.
Harping on about nothing more.
Robbed until deaf, blind and dumb.
Back from this point I cannot come.
Hated to the point it’s behaviour.
Singled out as being saviour.
Passion is coming down around you
Will you hope or simply fail to?
Question I always ask myself
It’s so boring without health
