You nourished me, around these veins safely, a butterfly trapped, in its cocoon
This soft white cotton, Tear it open
So I stayed, kept all the bonds I made, let me search outside these leaves, let me taste
This wine red ocean, Tear me open
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Grey King
The darkness subsides, Eclipse passed your eyes, Confused and blind, Despite the crashing light
Immersed within your mind's abyss, Soul and skin so languid
In the open skies, Lost, Clouds turn to a guide, Found
Spirits please, Fill the Grey Kings, Make us peasants all
Moonlit clouds dispurse, The winds of your curse, Howling in thought, Locusts in a harvest
Ancient manuscripts one with the earth, Searches fade away lost in birth
In the open skies, Lost, Clouds turn to a guide, Found
Spirits please, Fill the Grey Kings, Make us peasants all
On the citadel, Let the grey garbs fall, To our level, You do not deserve
Immersed within your mind's abyss, Soul and skin so languid
In the open skies, Lost, Clouds turn to a guide, Found
Spirits please, Fill the Grey Kings, Make us peasants all
Moonlit clouds dispurse, The winds of your curse, Howling in thought, Locusts in a harvest
Ancient manuscripts one with the earth, Searches fade away lost in birth
In the open skies, Lost, Clouds turn to a guide, Found
Spirits please, Fill the Grey Kings, Make us peasants all
On the citadel, Let the grey garbs fall, To our level, You do not deserve
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