The song is lost, the song is lost and done. The song is lost, a new song treds what road? I looked, the words to journey by are gone, the song is sung, the song is sung and done. Without walking on, the song is lost, the song is sung. The song is lost, a new song treds what road?
Updated 02-18-2010 at 05:49 PM by Silas Thorne
Where's hot to stand some things bear walking on. Where sharp rocks on a yellow beach speak painfully to my bare feet a bondless bondsman sheds his tears. Wash off the sand, the sand collects.
The sunset choked on flames and coughed to death, the hills, all paling in the shadow light left us no guiding point to compass steps. No earthling thing cried out its nighttime song.
Updated 02-11-2010 at 11:04 PM by Silas Thorne
Lost in a marketplace a glint shining in an eyeball and captured in a cleaver cutting bone he was alone.
One day I got lost in a line of the Da Vinci Code and found myself in an American high school class where no one could answer the teacher's questions about American history, apart from the vampire. The old man stared with bloodred gaze at delectable young women while they oohed and aahed at his young body, dragged in by his eyes into rapture and death. He could look pasty and stay out of the sun moaning breathy ...
Updated 11-14-2010 at 04:56 PM by Silas Thorne