A Passion Got Weaker...

A room...

Lay me there-there where

The light seeks me not

Here!..Their voices never caught

Lay,Lay,Lay here!..you tired soul

And Rest...

For the infinite time and glow

Water your inflicted soul with

The parched throat

Then...

When your heart signal relief 

Do ask it suspiciously

How?When?Where?Why?

A Passion got weaker 

And caused 

A loss...