A restless eye across a weary room, a glazed look and I was on the road to ruin. The music played and played, as we whirled without end. No hint, no word her honour to defend. I will, I will, she sighed to my request. And then she tossed her mane, while my resolve was put to the test. Then, drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre and without a thought of the consequence, I gave into my decadence. One slip and down the hole we fall, it seems to take no time at all. A momentary lapse of reason that binds a life for life. A small regret, you wont forget, therell be no sleep in here, tonight.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 14:51:49 +0000
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