The Kind Of Recollections cut like razor blades Patterns of a dusty haze Trails of a drunken daze Sad songs of repeated play Antisocial logic of the insane Fractured bones and bloodstains Satisfy a madmans craze Child of the night has no time for day Feel the world begin to shake As an evil possession begins to awake The kind of hatred only villains can make Where there is death there is life Where there is despair there is hope Where there is hate there is love Where there is darkness there is light Where there are demons there are angels Where there is oppression there is a fight The future is bright and clear True love has been shared through the air An entity of a living light has appeared Self-inflicted murder has been spared Songs of infatuation are loudly heard A set of brown eyes and shiny long hair Bountiful passion with none spare Child of the night discovers the day Feel the world begin to shake As a pure passionate peacefulness finds its way The kind of love only fairy tales can make ~Marcial Delgado~ 2015©
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 08:59:18 +0000