held up along this tattered path
of your life and my death
burn and bury the sense of neglect
and recover this condemned ghost
his book is covered in solid black
to hide the feelings inside
the silence is hidden in small print
im trapped in this motionless room
shattered into one million pieces
of memories and consequences
smoke and fog keeps you blinded by ignorance
where, in this grim forrest of sincerity
they've come to bury me in hollow ground
granted your lust and dignity
remain dwelling in the shadows of conformity
wishing upon something so real to come to me
the darkest of eves and an aspect of reality
until im in a graveyard
 Xx-DevilsNeverCry-xX · Wed Aug 15, 2007 @ 03:59pm · 0 Comments |
