Lost Cause
By Syn
the pages burn beneath my touch
frail and breaking clean
endearing endeavors slide beaneath
leaving breathless once again
kindly wanting
desparately needing
your face fades blinding me
holding on but losing my grip
insatiable torment grinding in
I free myself of your catastrophe
just to reclaim this calamity
Tried and true, til Im black and blue
yet I constantly lose myself within you
Riddles and rhymes buy me time
but I bide beneath your fading spotlight...
Lost.
Discover me again. Can you try?
Hiding, abiding, crying...
Its all a matter of need
wanting to fulfill that selfish greed
needing and feeding, depleting the cause
Left again...Completely brushed off.
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Copyright 2004 Syn
Published on Thursday, December 30, 2004.
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