Crimson Cranes
It is a process, yet to cease. But to be precise, it's not my way of life.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Night
I put on my face
so I can rest my smile.
I put on my shoes,
so I can slip out quiet.
It's a dangerous walk
but it's a cold rhythmic warmth.
Madness
Lost in your madness,
what still remains?
There's the door - staring me down
How will it open?
And will I struggle to survive?
I saw it in red,
I saw it in blue,
I saw it with you,
now I see it alone.
I'm dead in the dark,
the smallest light blinding.
Sway
In love with a stranger,
In love with a corpse,
In love with a friend,
I know not,
which way to bend.
The Cure
It's like the cure went out,
and the ground began to spurt,
a cold and careless water.
Like the shadow in your eyes,
and the echo in your heart,
entwining my feelings;
an endless start.
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