If every painter, poet, voice of reason were to die,
How dreary would be the world without art.
Just take all source of light and smother it,
And let darkness suffocate us, and all there is.
If every moaning lover, were to be silenced at this moment,
How dreary would be the world without desire.
Equivelant to taking all fires and putting them out,
And letting waters run deep, deep enough to drown us.
If your breath were to vanish, causing you to fall to your knees,
How dreary would be the world without you.
You could take every painting, every book, every song,
And drown it in the waters that washed away desire.
Bring forth to my eyes all the darkness in this world.
Bring forth to my skin all the fires that burn brightly.
And bring forth to my nerves all the pain there is to bear,
For how could I continue, in a world that is so dreary?
