Some days are blue cuz of lack of fire
And some days lit by a desperate desire
The first, chilling to the bone and dire
Unknown the feeling of nothingness, doesn’t inspire
But desire, desire burns me up from inside
My core caught in passion untamed, bursting with plans for glory and fame,
And the world ties me down in iron chains..
I don’t know which I prefer more,
The uneasy but quiet emptiness of cold
Or the burning incense of my smouldering soul.