Moving In

A hunger fed by emptiness.
It never could be filled.
The solemn state of blessedness
aroused into the cruelest deprivation.

Giving up or giving in.
The answers were the same.
Another chord, lost symphony.
Equations spinning in infinity.

Pain and pleasure lost in names
sought only to control the infamy.
Deeds requited only by the end.
Twisting every message that
the heart and soul would send.

Disgruntled peace of make believe
that lives within their shells of emptiness.
The lies within a lover's kiss
that led to pain within the bliss.

Displacement, and the deed is done.
Vanishing, the lover gone away.
The magic wasn't blessed after all.
Living through the terror of the fall.

In a hunger fed by emptiness
that never could be filled within
the sinking feeling moving in
on them...

? Michaelette ?

5/4/2003
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