*I was trying to do a different pattern, tell me...
Silently pain kills...
That night I tried to spar away
The voice that came and begged to stay...
It was dark outside
a mist through out the air...
There lies a small island
With dips of fairy dew...
Let us walk down to the river side,
Come along now my tear-stained bride...
Imagine me there as you close your eyes
I’m gliding my hand between your thighs...
At night I dream of suns so bright
Of flowers wilting up with fright...
Hush now little pony,
Don't you cry or fret...
Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...
Have you heard what they say?
“'Neath the old woman lay...
Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...
Cajoling you with all my might
to wake amidst the firelight...