O my god! This pain can't be real? With every thought of ceasing these words. But an apprehension falls from you. Nothing is surreal, for all of the pain I've cost. Now. This is my line, this is my life. Crawling though me as I bleed. There won't be any angels tonight, just this dreams I redeem. I pray. Glimmering star dust sinks into the sky. As imperfect sreams fall a far. I hold you high in the voided night. With poison hands. Radiant winds, whisper in the garden of Eave. Night shades turn to morning. Now. This is my line, this is my life. Crawling through me as I bleed. There won't be any angels tonight, just this dream I redeem. O god. I'm weak. I can't find my way, now. And I walk on tonight.
Dancing in the rain, dancing in the wind. Crying, tearing, weeping in your mind. Sharp bent words come crashing into me. Make sure that your smiling and your sins are well hidden. Dreaming future seems unnatural. And all the people turn to grey. You watch all the stars go out. Burning, exploding in the sky, falling form the heavens. Praying, whispering in the soft spocken crowed. This world falling, dieing, crumbling into the ground. Life flows through all these days. Growing form death, feeding on life. We are all dancing, dancing on and through time. We pull together, as we make one brilliant community.
 Goddess Azula · Wed Apr 04, 2007 @ 11:14pm · 0 Comments |
