###GLO$$Y BLOODSTAIN~~~

Thursday, March 19, 2009
Ohh...These lovely stains
of misbehaviour
in the shadow of my dreams

The steep terrains
of daunting nature
with all the forests stalking me

The taste of pleasure
The verbal treasure
......is noise....
when its knocking at your door

And all this silence
Of estranged passion
.....is blood...
much darker than the black i've bled before

Come, heal the stains
In the symposium of bluffs
cos' you're the narcissist
i cant give up

Unfold the planes
that i made throughtout my life
crashing in the
dire straits of dust

I played the game
Of monks and sages
to treat the cancer of no cure

I'll kiss your wounds
and make them diamonds
you wont lose me anymore

The misty vapour
is an accentuator
Of our kiss
like we're living our last breath

The guilt of pressure
Your desperate measures
are shallow depths
I can see your tears sheen behind that crust

Come, heal the stains

In the symposium of bluffs
cos' you're the narcissist
i cant give up

Unfold the planes
that i made throughtout my life
crashing in the
dire straits of dust................

1 comments:

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

EMO........superb

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