"I would rather die living, than live dying"

Friday, August 7, 2009

a quick one

So paint your lips
so shy and coy
a sharpened glass
simple and poised

The simple word
the harmless glare
a tainted wine
drains you bare

It binds you in
a faintest thread
crushed to your breast
the pressure there

everywhere I've been
the well runs dry
a charming enigma
you know so well

I'm washed out clean
truly baptized
taste these dreams
They numb your mind

Close your eyes
a christ has come
this crippled boy
you made a man

everything will dissolve
live with few regrets
memories I wont forget
everyone begs in time