O Desire,
you keep me awake.
Your excuses stole my sleep,
left my bones tired.
Was my loss written
in some hidden script?
Your roads were too steep
I fell, my breath expired.
You called me to climb,
but the stones slipped.
Even the sky grew heavy,
weary of your fire.
O Desire,
when does the fight end?
Your song once burned bright—
now it whispers ash, not flame
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
O Desire,
you keep me awake.
Your excuses stole my sleep,
left my bones tired.
Was my loss written
in some hidden script?
Your roads were too steep
I fell, my breath expired.
You called me to climb,
but the stones slipped.
Even the sky grew heavy,
weary of your fire.
O Desire,
when does the fight end?
Your song once burned bright—
now it whispers ash, not flame