Grind me up, throw me around
The world is on fire...

Waiting for my feelings to break loose
For those pseudo-soulful words to follow...

Where shall my passion go
After your bitterness fades away...

Beauty recedes
Ever does it seem...

Been staring at this blank page
For what seems to me like days...

Pieces of you keep rotting away
But you don't seem to notice, or to care...

Crimson lips kiss the sky,
This seems to be our last goodbye...

Marriage without a ring-
What is never made...

Okay, I'll admit that I don't know about this one...
Beauty everywhere...

The fire outlasts the night
Cleanses the grey in our minds...

We are told this is the final setting sun
And the last light has been sealed...

I woke up this morning... :) :I :(
That's my poem...