Hearts sun-burned by us
Cooled by grey fires
I had no clue of velvet spires, I didn't listen to your advice
When orchids reach from wrinkly eyes, that love would paint these shallow skies
Magenta erupts into the east, Our terracotta army
The suns fiery blaze surrrenders to, The purple hands that held you
Hands held you
Remember
Hands held you
Remember
Rest in our shade
We made a promise from this day
Quiet from the cloud's sympathies
Stay with me
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
October Spurns
Amber's roots traps her fruit
October spurns the lanterns
Pumpkin's cry as you take flight
Gargoyles die but you are a star in my eyes
The fall's winds pass my tears to sand
Bats surround your words to me
Pour your sorrows in a light golden
Tell me all your secrets before the end
October spurns the lanterns
Pumpkin's cry as you take flight
Gargoyles die but you are a star in my eyes
The fall's winds pass my tears to sand
Bats surround your words to me
Pour your sorrows in a light golden
Tell me all your secrets before the end
Pearl's Dust
Angels are charmed all their lives pearls ignite
Demons are molded in garnet necklaces
Grey smoke cloaks us, Pearls emerge as our souls dust
Demons are molded in garnet necklaces
Grey smoke cloaks us, Pearls emerge as our souls dust
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Guillotine
The crown of a phantom's sorrows
Belies travel through its hollows
Scorpion's tails numb the wise and meek
Sound of the guillotine
Bats on this moonless night
Patterns deceive the foolish kind
Consumed by your own mind
Let jade comfort your tired eyes
Rivers of my memory
Pour drowning my valleys
This cold traps me with knives of ice
Left to my own device
Leave me on this moonless night
Travels of the foolish kind
Let jade shade the sun into green
Fall of the guillotine
Belies travel through its hollows
Scorpion's tails numb the wise and meek
Sound of the guillotine
Bats on this moonless night
Patterns deceive the foolish kind
Consumed by your own mind
Let jade comfort your tired eyes
Rivers of my memory
Pour drowning my valleys
This cold traps me with knives of ice
Left to my own device
Leave me on this moonless night
Travels of the foolish kind
Let jade shade the sun into green
Fall of the guillotine
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