Life without passion is the equivalent of death.
Passion fuels the heart, fills the lungs and makes the blood run.

Passion in this life, one day ignited. One day extinguished.
It makes believers out of the lost and stray.

Candles flicker and wane, so does the heart.
Memories, the specks of dust, litter the shores.

Dull and malformed imagery fill the soul.
And the curtain falls.