Velvitine Crosses
Black cords and hallow laughs
Haunt my benign prison
I can't seem to leave behind
This figment of corprieal vision
It rips a thin red line
Through my hazy dreams
Where one should find safety and security
I find my shattered remains it seems
I remember being told
to be stead-fast in my beliefs
To remain until the bitter end
As blind and mis-lead as preists
Holy men are just people
Who will be curopted by their power
They lie, and coat others in blood
Just the scars won't be visable until the velvitine hour
When the silver linning desends as a cross
Only to be tarnished by my loss
 Sharonxdx · Sat Jan 01, 2005 @ 11:04pm · 1 Comments |
