Adding fuel to the fire (or: if you plead for no angst, I'll simply give you more)
Oh the fuel, the maddening fuel
that with spark, does light
the shadows to flame.
The hunger, the feeding flight,
that puts pleads to shame.
Oh the toil, the tedious toil
that does nought to harken night.
It’s futile, your cries and sight
which add oil to the fire.
that with spark, does light
the shadows to flame.
The hunger, the feeding flight,
that puts pleads to shame.
Oh the toil, the tedious toil
that does nought to harken night.
It’s futile, your cries and sight
which add oil to the fire.