By The Brook Beneath Sands of Three Winter Chills

by romeo must die   Jan 2, 2006


Shards ripped tiny pieces, you dreamt of
No more to be found, everything's before you

Underfoot are choices to live or leave
They're bleeding as seconds are gone
Volatile chances you neglected, osmosis flown

Stained by their deeds you thought are right
If I'm a blind leading you blind
Lights fell but now realized the dark

A paper dripped with blood of my hands
I soaked them to hold you, as always for you
A paper you'll read not to see them
Broken, tattered beyond what others do

May this farewell be not for long
May this farewell be another key to meet you

By the brook beneath sands of three winter chills

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