the luxury of serving a dark goddess
By aiwaz
beware yr myths i am doomed with eyes that foreshadow each life all at once each doom in an invited guise like yr words that multiply these charms of inevitability of destiny which cries out yr name- i read secrets in every sign coded arranged emotions magnified by the details of yr divinity- sensations promised watching you snakecharming a nocturnal rhyme until i dream nightmares that arent even mine- each word nails my heart to yrs each image you conjur bewitches my helpless eyes- wrong place, wrong time repeated by ever changing faces in ever changing ways like a chorus that sings my fate sarcastically as a punchline to a long spun joke of internal implosions- another mythic fault in this tragedy of cicumstance the inevitable collapse that make all men humble of the unvanquished hero who conquered yr sigh Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:23 AM PST 0 • 16
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"beware yr myths..."