Bloody mess on your naked, flawless body
Wait for your shell to appear, your protection...

oh
holy, angel
Pale your complexion and light every shadow
save some for your dark place
A mind of shadows and winds and gales
Be and breeze
Picking purple poppies
A phantom of the night

And let natures running water
Seep through the eyes of a last goodbye
Stay in a box in the summertime
And keep away from societies, rusty, chains
Yellowing.

and slaughter them with your shaft of light
Kneel to the ground

...bloody mess on your naked, discoloured body, with white roses,
harmonies that blend with a face.
now wait

As she shatters the shell around her. look up to the sky and down on me and write your last goodbye.

06/02/2003

Posted on 06/02/2003
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