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...
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...
Feud and Fraud,
The earliest attempt at life...
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. |