Saturday, September 29, 2007
Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your loneliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better, Nymphetamine
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
Cradle of Filth -Nymphetamine
Just watch my wildest dreams come true;
None of them Involving You...
11:08 PM
