||[Apr. 9th, 2005|03:31 am]
a gathering of warriors|
it's not sword and sheild and spear they yeild,
words and looks and minds and wills
be the weapons they choose.
the new stand guard
to watch the backs of the ancients
the walls record all
for any sign of trecherous emotion.
a world full of fools
the only thing missing
sights and sounds cant make this real
they only stand to remind i've lost
how to feel.
through the looking glass
is another world, perfect complete
everything fits into this world
the wronged the right...
lost rythm beat and words...totally incomplete...maybe i'll come back to it.
i'd rather watch the show upstairs
than have this cock strut before me
on this floor
there's fresh meat in the feild tonight
the stars are hiding
the moon half starved
a feast must be in the works
set your plate
wipe your mouth
take your time stuffing
this feat has just begun.
pleading for love, returned love
one is left with silence
though the constant roar
of the outside world
drowns out the heart
you are left with silence
stealing fluid from others,
those im sure have theft before
i drink in their lives
and it fulfills