'Colours of the night.'
By blackheart
Desperation calls me in, I ignore. Chasing me through misty streets, I panic in this fog! Twilight captured, Sunken breath... Surviving for the while. Leave the baskets far behind, And walk with me on, 'lonely isle'. Serving in the darkness, A bleeding eye reborn. Fleeting opportunities, Do not scowl or scorn... FOR TODAY MY FAITHFUL IDIOTS! ... i'm gone. GOODBYE MY FOOLISH SAVIOURS ... so long! Stand and deliver, Give to me your pride. Your conscience and successes, Your loves and all your lies. Tread my eerie path, Touch the flaming air, Pass the momentary glances, That follow everywhere. Stealing one more nightlight, Our stars will lead me home, Wherever that may really be... So long my little drones! Prevent the destiny of death, My fate to fall and fail... Tearing sweets from innocence, This will not stale. Red ... blue. black ... grey? ... white! Dancing on the colours, Of this, my perfect night. Soon i'll be the humdrum, The ache within the day, But while this pillow comforts me, A god i will remain! Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 02:43 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Desperation calls me in,..."