The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...
In Palestine evil
shadows linger...
Through the bottom of the glass I saw the spires
Burning up in the fire as the beast hit the door...
It's nice to sit alone,
Thinking, probing...
Never let the demon |
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |