| Posted On: | 2009-05-06 20:02:37 |
A shade now lingers, where a god once lived
Cold, clinical detachment cloaks the land
Smothering passion, repressing creativity
Passion overthrown
Within the ruins, the shade searches
Hunting for a faint glimmer of emotion
The ink from which the soul may be poured forth
To relight the dismal land
Rage, joy, sadness, hope, despair, revenge
Any experience, however faint or strong
Sought, yet never found
Agony forces the former poet to write,
To paint prose with whatever remains
