the skies are grey in the world today,
but black are the clouds in my soul.
the fire that once burned bright
now is just left as smoldering embers.
gloomy are the thoughts in this dark pit of self pity.
how beautiful are the darkened bottles that lie around me,
but how sad that no life lies within them.
how much my life feels like these poor sad friends who lie here.
come add the log to the fire and make me burn again.
give me the warmth i had till the mists of pessimism snuff it out.
quickly before the icy catacomb takes hold of my heart,
before no fire will reignite this empty saddened soul,
and the life that once burned for all to enjoy is extinguished for good
Ramblings of the perverse fairy Remy
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