and in this place (by inkblot and cocaine jesus)

and in this place betwixt then and now

i sit and wait for you
my lady my lord my lover
my amorous fixation

and should I then mourn
the hours long gone
the wasted days
that pass us by

or should I now cry
with unseen joy
for every year
that you'll be here

my love my pride
my knight my bride

for on this all too brief flight
that ends as it has begun
let us not waste
a single second

as time speeds
speeds to the inevitable

speeds to

the end


words by inkblot and cocaine jesus

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speak to the dark angels