Ashley
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Jun 17, 2005
- Messages
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Symphony Of A Circus
A harmony of vibrato,
Of warning and mourning,
Bouncing through my mind,
Reality changes color; albeit briefly,
A technicolor rainbow,
Of deception.
The wind of order,
It never blows any longer,
Not since it all fell down,
A dark, deep sense of chaos,
Has returned to where it once,
Sat upon a throne.
People skitter like cockroaches,
In the heat and in the snow,
Pointless circles working,
Little; antiquated cogs,
That drive their futile brains.
Anyhow, now,
I bid you farewell,
And thank you for the ale,
May kind spirits light your,
Night and brighten all of your,
Days.
A harmony of vibrato,
Of warning and mourning,
Bouncing through my mind,
Reality changes color; albeit briefly,
A technicolor rainbow,
Of deception.
The wind of order,
It never blows any longer,
Not since it all fell down,
A dark, deep sense of chaos,
Has returned to where it once,
Sat upon a throne.
People skitter like cockroaches,
In the heat and in the snow,
Pointless circles working,
Little; antiquated cogs,
That drive their futile brains.
Anyhow, now,
I bid you farewell,
And thank you for the ale,
May kind spirits light your,
Night and brighten all of your,
Days.