6

It's less of the furnace
more of the fire
it's less of the casket,
more of the liar.
It's less of the poison
more of the drink
it's less of the torture,
but you're made to think.
It's less of the snake pit
more of the black hole
it's less of the cage,
but you still have no control.
It's less of the eternal
but it drags on nonetheless
it's none of the answers,
they're still left unguessed.
It's less of the freezing water
but tears are free to fall..
it's less of the wrathful,
more of common brawl.
It's less of the crimson
more of the bleakness
it's less of the sin,
more of the weakness.


© 2009 Florence Challender