junksick
Bluelighter
I'm full of venom, hate. I'm guarding the hen roost here
sitting upon it all with swirling visions: Enter me
Hence I see you, and I want to know you, but to really not know at all
To become enmeshed; drifting upon banks of clouds, in somber entreaties with angels
I sign upon the dotted lines and become, I want to die right up on this pyre
Jammed to the surface with sadness and madness; kept at the heart, deep into void
Sand trinkling down like velvet fire, swaying us with all it's touch
Milky we entranced come together, finally souls twinkling in the framing twilights of all falseness--for there is nothing hopeless
Put to the ultimate test, we are upon the vagabonds--nothing more than sad inlkings of what could have been
I want to know,
I take another sip of my drink, and swallow naught but brimstone and vanities
I want to know, now,
why does reality waste so much time with us?
sitting upon it all with swirling visions: Enter me
Hence I see you, and I want to know you, but to really not know at all
To become enmeshed; drifting upon banks of clouds, in somber entreaties with angels
I sign upon the dotted lines and become, I want to die right up on this pyre
Jammed to the surface with sadness and madness; kept at the heart, deep into void
Sand trinkling down like velvet fire, swaying us with all it's touch
Milky we entranced come together, finally souls twinkling in the framing twilights of all falseness--for there is nothing hopeless
Put to the ultimate test, we are upon the vagabonds--nothing more than sad inlkings of what could have been
I want to know,
I take another sip of my drink, and swallow naught but brimstone and vanities
I want to know, now,
why does reality waste so much time with us?
