when death lies fervently,
life rattles about carelessly.
and so we wait for an end
as the light fades from the
eyes of she who bore the one that made me.
.
speak to the dark angels
life rattles about carelessly.
and so we wait for an end
as the light fades from the
eyes of she who bore the one that made me.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by doriandra at Sunday, April 02, 2006
3 Comments:
girls and boys, bow your weary heads and praise the queen. she comes and goes at will and leaves but crumbs.
but oh what crumbs
i hope that the she that you speak of passes as painlessly as possible
death lies, tricks us, the light never fades.
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