those brats broke our vase,
shattered pigment etched in curves,
the stillness of years
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those brats broke our vase,
shattered pigment etched in curves,
the stillness of years
The stillness of years,
The silence that screams, locked up
Heart too long buried.
ntropyincarnate, love it! ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by ntropyincarnate
heart too long buried
suddenly, beating out of
control...who are you
control...who are you
talking to, me, you, him, her -
shut your mouth, let's go.
shut your mouth, let's go
where eyes do all the talking
it's too late for words
It's too late for words
Now that the heavens explode
show'ring us with tears
Show'ring us with tears
They drowned the meaning, left it
Buried under words.
buried under words
disguised in euphemisms
the nightmare lives on
The nightmare lives on
It is darkest in the night
Happy fantasies
Happy fantasies
dancing on little cat feet
rondelay in dreams
Rondelay in dreams
When reality is not
Optional at least
Optional at least
Opportunity of men
Suffer or die now
suffer or die now
last sting of the scorpio
love can be murder
Love can be murder
Or slow suicide endured
To find life by death
To find life by death
swigning from the hangman's noose
a moment too late