Charcoal gray replaced the colors of the world
Air became stagnant and hard to breath in
The fire in my belly has long been put out
Hollow eyes and empty faces
Walking with nowhere to go
The leaves on the trees no longer vibrant
Waves pounding the surf a forgotten memory
Dust in the air makes it hard to see
Times running out
Where am I running...
I need some passion.
[ September 03, 2005, 12:34 AM: Message edited by: Repugnant Abomination ]