Beautiful Disaster
(His Collection)
Lyrics By: L.B. Carter
(January 27, 2006)
Cold, alone, and blue
in the aftermath of you.
Frozen here, suspended in air,
with the knowledge that you don't care.
So few the kind words,
in the broken-hearted herds.
No shepherd to guide my way out.
No one tells me what it's about.
...why I must suffer you.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful disaster.
Stuck in my peril,
sporting tear-soaked apparel,
I'm kept in your menagerie-
harsh to sound but lovely to see.
Where has the light gone?
In darkness, I must press on.
You won't give me a single clue.
No riddle just to help me through.
...left to fend for my life.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful disaster.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful, silent disaster.
I guess I'm better seen than heard.
No matter,
this way's better.
You wouldn't like the one word...
I have come to apply to you.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful disaster.
Just another addition to your side-show,
another figure in your mental menagerie.
One more stain for your mop to lust after..
Just another beautiful disaster.
Copyright2006 L.B. Carter
(His Collection)
Lyrics By: L.B. Carter
(January 27, 2006)
Cold, alone, and blue
in the aftermath of you.
Frozen here, suspended in air,
with the knowledge that you don't care.
So few the kind words,
in the broken-hearted herds.
No shepherd to guide my way out.
No one tells me what it's about.
...why I must suffer you.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful disaster.
Stuck in my peril,
sporting tear-soaked apparel,
I'm kept in your menagerie-
harsh to sound but lovely to see.
Where has the light gone?
In darkness, I must press on.
You won't give me a single clue.
No riddle just to help me through.
...left to fend for my life.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful disaster.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful, silent disaster.
I guess I'm better seen than heard.
No matter,
this way's better.
You wouldn't like the one word...
I have come to apply to you.
Carved carelessly of alabaster,
stone-cold and frozen by my master,
wishing for the decay to move on faster...
I've become your beautiful disaster.
Just another addition to your side-show,
another figure in your mental menagerie.
One more stain for your mop to lust after..
Just another beautiful disaster.
Copyright2006 L.B. Carter
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ael:
oh well, at least i have every right to the pics now 
ael:
sorry i have been so busy with myself! i am so sorry.