Theme of Cake
Updated: Sep 4
Long, I have found, no affection.
Long, I have found, no warm lane.
Don’t you know, there is no, salvation.
The void has begun, with the brain.
Long, the silence, has dominated.
Long, the cold, became my cloth.
Don’t you know, there is no, salvation.
The void has begun, with the brain.
An army of readers have been marching with me,
Some are delighted with the spoil, some have deserted.
There is happiness in solitude, yes it exists in my servitude,
But any other emotion is too an unwise risk.
I, am a stone, military general,
Who influences the world from afar, from my base.
Don’t you know, there is no, salvation,
The void has begun with the brain.
There is, little heart, that remained a fluid mineral.
It is a solid metal, forgotten by time.
Don’t you know, there is no, salvation,
No fresh cake can melt down, my brain.
