The colourless fire

The eternal silence of the learned ones...
Is the sucker punch for his conscious reflections...

Crawling like a half dead vermin...
Feeling lost for his abode of peace...

Unable to understand the existence of his lost snobbish ego...
Turning out to be a total waste, from the word go...

Running along all life long...
Not really found, with whom he can get along...

The cycle of uncontrolled emotions...
Gives birth to his infected distorted desires...

It seems, the only way to abolish his agony...
Is the holy shivering fire...