The End

There is no reason
For anything else now
The last stick's burnt

There is no hope
For anything else now
The top is shed

There is no point
For anything else now
When is*a*you*he*she gone

Washed away, flushed away, washed washed away
the sins, the desire, the love

Little sparks still try to spark
but a flare is distant
though I am beside myself
stop is temporary
a ME becoming me
truth snuggling out from a cocoon of desire