Post by †€v¡L··§kwµrLy† on Jan 26, 2006 18:01:08 GMT -5
The waltz of misery, it pulls me,
calls to me, keeping time with every heartbeat.
The sun does not rise without you,
and everything is still with expectation,
every limb weighted a thousand times with grief,
the air is thick with it,
the wind whispers your name
and beats at my back with recriminations.
Loss is a methaphor for death,
an ascension into the firey sun of your eyes,
they haunt my dreams.
Memory alone keeps me alive...
Yet underneath the stars where we once lay,
merciful death seems so inviting.
A cold kiss upon my breast,
this dagger searches
for its final resting place,
Next to you.
...next to you
we'll sleep for all eternity.
calls to me, keeping time with every heartbeat.
The sun does not rise without you,
and everything is still with expectation,
every limb weighted a thousand times with grief,
the air is thick with it,
the wind whispers your name
and beats at my back with recriminations.
Loss is a methaphor for death,
an ascension into the firey sun of your eyes,
they haunt my dreams.
Memory alone keeps me alive...
Yet underneath the stars where we once lay,
merciful death seems so inviting.
A cold kiss upon my breast,
this dagger searches
for its final resting place,
Next to you.
...next to you
we'll sleep for all eternity.
