Its a violent love affair I have with things I cannot share? A vulgar bout of grim despair A scar,a wound Thats always there they cant see the beauty In the effigy ashes I use to paint my world its the absence of understanding That they possess A whispered scream A gentle stress A breath is a dream a gurggling Blood quenched scheme a quest it would seem to uncover the meaning in a thousand crumbling suns fire warped waves Of possibilities Until you faint from a lack of ectasy Youll never know the truth to my plea until you dive in and drown in my sea
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 17:34:42 +0000