Post by Insomnia on Oct 8, 2004 10:50:28 GMT -5
Best on his back to his sucker punch foe
A hindrance that salvaged a sacrosanct soul
Stolen and made known to Beelzebub’s fate
Collection of essence
A moment too late
Feet on the ledge, man of coppered mane
Fall to the sky to feel gravity’s pain
Open your mind and clear the stain
See what needs to be seen and start again
Hover close to feel his breath
To hear the black blood underneath
The wise would be foolish to snidely believe
That they’ve seen all that is;
All that he can perceive
Fluid eyes, blue as flame
Searching the real for his face again
An existence to question, but not in vain
Take the consequence and give it a name
Paradox in flesh, pregnant with beautified contemplation
A voice demanding untouched fixation
A rarity wrapped in human skin
An angelic face
Glazed with sin
Cerulean sight, remain the same
Bless the past and watch it wane
Kudos to you who overcame
Sleep, for you are whole again.
For Patrick, who lives and knows
A hindrance that salvaged a sacrosanct soul
Stolen and made known to Beelzebub’s fate
Collection of essence
A moment too late
Feet on the ledge, man of coppered mane
Fall to the sky to feel gravity’s pain
Open your mind and clear the stain
See what needs to be seen and start again
Hover close to feel his breath
To hear the black blood underneath
The wise would be foolish to snidely believe
That they’ve seen all that is;
All that he can perceive
Fluid eyes, blue as flame
Searching the real for his face again
An existence to question, but not in vain
Take the consequence and give it a name
Paradox in flesh, pregnant with beautified contemplation
A voice demanding untouched fixation
A rarity wrapped in human skin
An angelic face
Glazed with sin
Cerulean sight, remain the same
Bless the past and watch it wane
Kudos to you who overcame
Sleep, for you are whole again.
For Patrick, who lives and knows
