cosmic_soiree (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cosmic_soiree) wrote,@ 2005-08-22 16:20:00 |
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two new
-Shoulder to Die On-
Promises, promises, error's a dye.
Forever unwanted, I'm hopeless, awry.
My cavern-faced portraits, colourful, lie.
Sweet shoulder to die on, come to me dry.
-Banks of the Lost-
In the cave of tormented affairs
A deep blue river twists and flows,
Washing a tide of hatred and longing
Onto the lovelorn banks of the lost.
In such a heap of rosy corpses
Lies one little candle, burning on.
Steadily the flame of hope retreats,
Not to be noticed, but lingering.
Clasped in the hand of a fresh loss,
Still twitching with despair,
The candle shivers impatiently.
One more whisper could be the end.
One word from the mouth of the cold cave
Could mean a freedom, though stony and dark.
And silence, a shadow creeping in,
Insulates the slavery it fortells.
-Shoulder to Die On-
Promises, promises, error's a dye.
Forever unwanted, I'm hopeless, awry.
My cavern-faced portraits, colourful, lie.
Sweet shoulder to die on, come to me dry.
-Banks of the Lost-
In the cave of tormented affairs
A deep blue river twists and flows,
Washing a tide of hatred and longing
Onto the lovelorn banks of the lost.
In such a heap of rosy corpses
Lies one little candle, burning on.
Steadily the flame of hope retreats,
Not to be noticed, but lingering.
Clasped in the hand of a fresh loss,
Still twitching with despair,
The candle shivers impatiently.
One more whisper could be the end.
One word from the mouth of the cold cave
Could mean a freedom, though stony and dark.
And silence, a shadow creeping in,
Insulates the slavery it fortells.
