Under a reddish moon,
Lives a handsome boy who
Made the hot sun be
nice and uniquely cool.
The blizzard is his doing
It spread a crawling uneasiness
As flowers froze like glass
and gives a pure black shine
In the unmoving darkness of his rule.
I am captured in his viscous will,
trapped by empty loving words.
and my heart can take no more, broken
Myself carelessly cast aside
all under his confused embrace.
How can i end this
choking fragile chains
cut permanently in my soul?
will it break me until nothing's left
Or keep me forever in his commanding charm...
For how long shall i be willingly attached
to this damned attraction?
... sounds seriously different, and it doesn't as much sense
to me than in the original "complex" version. :p
~mje Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 11:14am
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