And tonight is the night.
When cigarette smoke will float effortlessly
from the mouth that once had
the world on its mind,
and willing to it all spit it all out.
The same in soul, as in hand.
In a womans heart is a song,
and this I strongly believe.
My faith in such, is stronger than God.
For such a blindness comes godliness,
and for such an intstrument I will find hope.
The colors tend to mix though,
my tact is heeded only by my carelessness
and when you least expect, your eyes can turn.
Just for a delicate moment,
you have lost control, and the portrait
has lost its meaning.
Call me a liar and
Infect me with a happy contempfullness,
I had a book as a kid, with a scene similar to that
but i was to young to notice.
Burn the image of it all,
But can you actually recollect the time
when you...
Oh, nevermind.
the landscape is ominous,
and the mountains lay low.
This is where i belong,
Between the valley and the summit.
I drink from the mist that lingers,
in the valley i have grown to love.
My vocal cords are tense, but no sound comes;
only images of you and I.
Kill me again, and dont stop
untill i say when.
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Submission Name: Soul aflight, but nevermind.
