Post by Alexxxxx on Dec 6, 2003 12:09:00 GMT -5
Let me as i lie,
Consumed by dreams
Of harsh sunsets and
Haunting nightmares.
This garden shines no longer,
Its song of beauty and youth.
So watch, ever silent, uncaring,
As the rains of winter wear away this place.
The sweet canvas of bitterness,
Yes that is where me must live,
Surounded by an ecstacy of black,
With which to nourish a mind beyond life.
So let us learn the ways,
Of the flowers frozen in the paintings,
Every shining, ever blooming, ever young,
Ever ready to ignore the tears of the dying.
Consumed by dreams
Of harsh sunsets and
Haunting nightmares.
This garden shines no longer,
Its song of beauty and youth.
So watch, ever silent, uncaring,
As the rains of winter wear away this place.
The sweet canvas of bitterness,
Yes that is where me must live,
Surounded by an ecstacy of black,
With which to nourish a mind beyond life.
So let us learn the ways,
Of the flowers frozen in the paintings,
Every shining, ever blooming, ever young,
Ever ready to ignore the tears of the dying.
