Gathering in a circle,
A fool at the top,
Seeing through colored glass,
Ranting words short of foolishness.
Singing songs of chaos,
Immersed in pale shades of gloom,
They sing the night long.
A longing deep inside,
for days never to be,
Ever to be same again.
Paying for sins,
Nof of this life,
Not sure of the need to pay again.
An emotion never to be held,
In the palm,
To be felt,
For the eternity.
Wish is all that can be,
Change never to happen,
Ready for all that sacrifice,
Only to have riches in return.