I like to write stuff that I like to write which I write which has words in it. |
Scratch out my eyes
That spill with my tears...
Through the night
I walk the path...
Here we are....
Chilled hearts of fire...
Eyes of blood staring
Dark souls wander among his heart...
Through the night
I walk the path...
Scratch out my eyes
That spill with my tears...
I hear the sound, that lovely sound
That lifts my heart up through the clouds...
LIFE: A common last name in the phonebook of everyday problems. |
The soul is like a glass bottle...over the years designs are carefully carved into it, then worn down and recarved as new pictures...but it is fragile...carve too hard and it will crack. |