And so I stand here... Waiting...
Waiting for the clock to turn...
And for the flowers to burn...
Waiting for my life...
In the edge of the knife...
I unlocked the door for you,
and the light went through.
This image got out of my head
As a nightmare with a led.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
Waiting for the clock to turn...
And for the flowers to burn...
Waiting for my life...
In the edge of the knife...
I unlocked the door for you,
and the light went through.
This image got out of my head
As a nightmare with a led.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Lilith at Monday, June 26, 2006
2 Comments:
stark, dark words with a barbed steel hook. good.
cuts right through. remarkable!
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