Oct. 28, 2004,00:40
When is laying down like this?
To rest, is to accept this coffin
And when I stand to fight
I have no arms
My tongue is empty
So let me alone
To drink the moonlight
Your saviour is the sun
He brings you life and death
And I refuse to bow down
This time
And this holy war you love
Leave truths to imagination
And shave the rough
Until I am perfect
Carefully place back the light
For seeds of forgetfulness wrought
But flash like the images in my eyes
All innocence and blind faith
Are tainted with irresolute singularity
I long for wizened hands
With futures painted in creases
Hold me down under the waters of doubt
And let this hollow shell of a man
Burn to ashes for your comfort