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...
I -
A foolish poet...
Beneath the moon’s unblinking stare,
Where twisted shadows fill the air...
This is truly a demon haunted world
Reading the dark revelations of another’s mind...
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. |