Added: Nov 18, 2008
From: DRU131
Duration: 2:15
I am poisoned by my own Idealism. Mistaken for a revised whore with lipstick and chopsticks.Humanity inc.Breed contempt and echo the sounds of silence that crack the panes.Slowly romantic with the newly cut blade.Sieze the day hour by hour for night falls.Swim in the Chaos known as satin sheets.All is one and for no one.I waited at the doorstep for you and found only a cold draft.Yet the song plays and I dream of something more profound.Coldness calls forth those forgotten Muses.I crave a new intoxicant, doom and sadness.Swallow the mixture of terror and sexual bliss.Lustful smiles are forbidden are this trip.Hanging from a string she resides there for awhile.The snow brings with it this subtle mysticism and awakefullnes.I am the wanderer. I have no place, no home.No place to lay my head, unwanted.But never wanting comfort or seriousness in this heart.My mistakes are scribbled in the book of lies, so don't try to note it in your Liber.Your words touch on many things, that never ever mattered. Dru(C)
Channel: People
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