Village Idiot Publishing
(C) 2000 diary of a spirit
FADED SPLENDOR
Oh the wonders of life, and their splendor.
Might I think that there's a place for me.
A crimson sun, on a hot summer day,
And the pain of a wave of terror.
The splendors of life, take leave on this day;
And agony rules, all who walk.
There is no place for those who wonder,
Nor a heart that will take them in.
The searing heat, will pound on their flesh,
And drive them to know,
Hell's gate.
But I have no pity, and I feel ashamed;
That all there is to offer is a prayer.
What put them were they are,
Is a question of fate,
And a fate, that isn't ones,
Desire?
When a home become a faint memory,
And thoughts of bliss, like a dream;
Reality is a nightmare that never ends.
But who will be so noble, to sacrifice a job;
That one might be rescued from the pit.
Oh tales of old, and the horrors we once lived,
Can they compare to the tragedy of greed.
And the agony of despair, which makes one impaired;
So the thought, of a bottle, saves the day.
Will anyone understand, a spirit that's been crushed,
Or see the bitter end of despair?
Only one can see, this fading life,
And know there is no hope.
But he will sleep eternal, In their mind.