How's it feel to know it's gone
All alone in this throne of bones
A pit not filled by greed or pleasure
A thirst unquenched by thoughts or tome
Search and search to no avail
The gnawing pain will find you soon
Juxtaposed with inhibition
The plight of time plus silver spoon
No place or structure to call a home
All alone in this throne of bones
No place or structure to call a home
A thirst unquenched by thoughts or tome