ENGLAND

The world turns,
The sun rises on this grey land.
Never melting away
The shadows in our hearts.

So much anger,
Too much hate.
I am a victim of these emotions,
It destroys any beauty
I might have once owned.

I try to resist,
But this creature is such a cunning one,
It seduces with its promises of victory,

Then consumes us.
Its hunger cannot be sated,
We feed it on and on,

Become the beast.
Deny our spirit,
Destroy our love.
And when we're empty, what then?

It creeps away
In search of sweeter prey.

Copyright 'Chelle Hine 1995