Empty Gestures

Shut out the light

Bring on the darkness

Take out my hallow parts

I have no use for them

Spare me no pity

For fools are gladly borne

But a gesture is empty

From the back of the playhouse

In a flash the paper burns

Fire, the element of desire

Quickly stoked

Quickly sated

In the end

The darkness overcomes us all

And light fades