when love is lost
and all is frost
I clamor for most
only to get tossed
all color is lost
the fire is doused
the life of a ghost
has me as its host
is life to me closed?
while sentiment was forced
I knew I had lost my wants,as always, paused
all around is frigid
all taste is tepid
my appetites turn arid
everything tastes acrid
am I paying for what I did?
aye, 'tis the price of my misdeed
a waver from my principles solid
a turn to the sordid
my desire unsorted
I turn decrepid
I abandon all that is avid
and fall into this darkness so rabid
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