The Saint Symphonic Streets

Where are we now ?

Thursday, March 23, 2006

The Great Eye in Disguise

I Wake up so late
But theres no place to go

I faded slowly out of sight
in pavement streets and blinding lights

Reclusive sorrow
pagan throes

Blacked out windows
ripped up clothes

The justifying madness streaks
The Pinkish Skies adorned so bleak

An aformentioned morning crawl
Defies my gravitational pullI want to try

I want to say
Why won't my lips or tongue obey

Through all the affairs that happened
thenSome say it wasn't there or when

They left me standing
looking forA destination

For all the things we knew
About you


Post a Comment

<< Home