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By coujeaux Date: 2003 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.21.21.23.11332]] |
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Wing it, prayer; wink it, dare; nothing clearer than rear view mirror, retro grade; Pardon me for straying just as you were praying I lied forever in beds you made. Perhaps my pride is sore from many mounts before; maybe my whip is sheathed, Could it be considered these remains I left littered were from those who seethed? Don't wish on first star tonight for it's fake supernova light; teasing glitter, deaden; Worthwhile gift, taken hold; guilt doubleweight, burden gold, self-important, leaden. Where the road now leads I plant optimistic seeds, nourished by my denials, ixnay; Once that overprotective killer; nourish and fill her, watch it all become loved away. Save you then enslave you, give me back a generous attack, what you owe, return, Our passion ignited match, we burn it back to scratch, got that commemorative urn. Let me swim in the remains of no pain, no gains until I'm covered head to toe, deep; You always said you believed I should live for what you grieved, lay me down, sleep. Ah, now grit those teeth, bite tongue underneath, I got the answer, not one you seek, All I suffered were the same, many faces, forgot their name, but I broke your streak. Even the demonic one got his place in the sun, though it warmer than paradise bound, And all these flames can do is to touch me as not you; comebacks done gone around. If I seem so satisfied oh, hell yes, I replied; without doubt went down to get out, true, Roaring, infernal; laughter rings eternal; wanted escape more than being yours, adieu. |