Silven
09-08-2008, 05:37 AM
Cold and alone, he sat in the corner
His one true love left him sitting alone
shivering now and covered with cloth
and still not keeping the cold out.
his warmth has left him, not to return...
nothing can be said to waive his sadness
it is set so deep it burns with a cold shrill
burrowing the whole of his soul inside him
his head over time will learn to conquer
and swallow self pity and shame
and his life will become an empty cup
once so rich and full of love
a shadow walks here and there
look there he goes again
so despondent and self destructive
it is dangerous to be around this man
and once you see him sitting there
where his girl left him alone
worshipping like a shrine he has
you too will see he is lost.
His one true love left him sitting alone
shivering now and covered with cloth
and still not keeping the cold out.
his warmth has left him, not to return...
nothing can be said to waive his sadness
it is set so deep it burns with a cold shrill
burrowing the whole of his soul inside him
his head over time will learn to conquer
and swallow self pity and shame
and his life will become an empty cup
once so rich and full of love
a shadow walks here and there
look there he goes again
so despondent and self destructive
it is dangerous to be around this man
and once you see him sitting there
where his girl left him alone
worshipping like a shrine he has
you too will see he is lost.