do wilted flowers seem strange to you?
with all this poison at the roots...
old enough to abuse me
but all too cheap to amuse me
strong enough not to fear me
but all too loud now to hear me
this wintertime
to waste yr life
you reign
you die
you wait
you cry
this time in the light
small flame in the night
you come
you bend
you burn
sick enough to infect me
but too far gone to protect me..
with all this poison at the roots...
old enough to abuse me
but all too cheap to amuse me
strong enough not to fear me
but all too loud now to hear me
this wintertime
to waste yr life
you reign
you die
you wait
you cry
this time in the light
small flame in the night
you come
you bend
you burn
sick enough to infect me
but too far gone to protect me..
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stendec:
Take the blind by the hand and murmer softly into the heart of the deaf; they cannot see the blood, nor hear the screams.
thursday:
two sides of the same coin?