If you're introducing Dahlia, a new monster could break free.
Lust.
Craving.
Passion.
Fire.
Ecstacy.
Rapture.
Comes, she comes for you, exposing who's the fairest of them all.
Good night, my lady, my love, my muse.
Angels of sorts dream seeing clearly.
Our story will not end with golden gates.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Untitled Headline Poem
Go to the cemetary at sunset.
Play alone in a
different world on
life's boundary lines,
an earthborn guest of
vampires who aren't
afraid to express themselves.
Make believe they'll
help you find another rhyme
to cure buried anger.
Pretty persuasion in the air will
paint a picture of earth and space,
and we can be taken somewhere
we can believe in miracles.
You assume there's nothing left to save us.
Play alone in a
different world on
life's boundary lines,
an earthborn guest of
vampires who aren't
afraid to express themselves.
Make believe they'll
help you find another rhyme
to cure buried anger.
Pretty persuasion in the air will
paint a picture of earth and space,
and we can be taken somewhere
we can believe in miracles.
You assume there's nothing left to save us.
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