by Cole
I came, I saw, I caved from out the inside
I waited, I wanted, I Lusted, I died.
Some drown in greed,
I burned in my own shadow
My heart’s never empty,
but always too shallow.
Sailing on Goodness
Just isn’t as fun
As walking a beaten path.
And looking in the mirror
Is a spiritual experience.
My time will come,
When my fingers will have pierced the sky
But it won’t be as fun
As systematically burning alive.
