Holding bare rugs
The swore to peace yet I never cared.
Running naked through
Fields of wicked truth.
My mother always said that
As things come things will go.
Yet I never cared.
My heart will moan even after love will die.
What else have I left to try?
Wisdom called as
I have wallowed.
Darkness flowed as
We have swallowed.
Asking questions has never been what I wanted to do
With my life.
With my heart.
With my soul.
Although hatred had it's way
With me, I could always get my call.
Through loathing I have gotten my way
As I have always set desires.
Yet I never cared.
And protesting for what's wrong,
For what's right.
Girlish love affairs were gone through all
I had.
Death has come as last surrender, with it all that was and
is.
Yet I never cared.