We tried to make a transition But there seemed to be a stolen transmission A lost feed Has left us with a vulnerable seed. Just pass me the mead And maybe we can make a lead You may think you're in need, But you'll make a new creed; It'll make everything better With the scratch of a letter. All this on stained yellow parchment Alone in your apartment You'll call out "Hello" But no one is there It could be a foe But it may have been another falsescare You're lost in a lair Riding a pearl mare A woman approaches her skin, so fair Illuminating the path wither her floating hair You meet her eyes in an absent stare Only to be greeted with a hollow glare How could you have thought she could care You awake with a start from the dreams Nothing is as it may seem But you hold your head As your face turns a bright red A glance up A noise luring the corrupt Silence beckons you The sea is, now, ever so blue It rises to meet your fall Now you body is in the cold of a hall What is this vision I endure? Give me the only cure. For it is what belongs to you But what everyone uses more than you It is all I need now Then I'll leave with a bow A small gesture of love Flits through her eyes like a dove She reaches out Only to stop She looks about Her features move not She begins to fade Oh the price you have paid You spoke, breaking the spell Pondering now beneath ceilings of oak Wishing for someone to tell For when you think you're in bliss You'll begin to reminisce And you'll remember all the things that you miss
Sirako · Mon Aug 13, 2007 @ 05:52pm · 0 Comments |