The Passion

As I sink into nothingness from

empty desires

What is a dire emergency

If I die on a vine?

There's so much helplessness in line!

The love I have lost is dreadful

I want to waste my existence on earth

For what is earth's spell?

And the passion resides within

True love never dies on a vine!

I lie on my bed

Wasteless instead,

What passion comes in the form of

suffering

When suffering is just the beginning?

For the beginning of love is rare...

And truth is the truth of all

My roses fall to their knees

Hoping for another worthless passion

While forcing themselves to rot,

What faculty shall be driven to this

While my heart leaps from nowhere to

nowhere?

Oh this noiseless passion

Abstaining the walls

I find myself in treason once again

The flowers that breathe light

A nose that is out of sight,

I find myself alone.

This wild passion I endure

Releases these pearls of freedom,

A freedom I can't explain

A freedom that shall remain...

The passion is crucial

I guess,

Oh what is this raging mess

That is worthy of a worthless rest?

I find myself alone.