 Lost [06-06-02]I'm lost withinthese dreams again, I let them taste me. My precious pen, my hope, this silence has devour'd me. Today, much like the day before, goes on without me. I'll rest upon their grave, and drink their tears to drown me. -- What loss, what silence can provoke my logic's falter? What misery, what song has plunged my spirit further? The fae, their mystic laughter, it became my mother.. I laughed, and with my voice, I lost myself to murder. -- The sunshine, does its symphony compel and haunt you? Does moonlight, poured through billow-seas, prefer to greet you? If you and I could meet, would my lunacy scare you? Remember this, these words, and let the Dream enchant you. + Back to Menu |