The Arch

The Arch
wait

I'll touch
Your mind
I crawl
Messing around in the blind
Hate
For the unknown kind
And a glittering mask of faith
Hate
For the masterpiece
For the last disease
My hand
In yours
Kill twice
With lust for more.
Betrayed
What you hold in your hands
Is the evidence of my . . .
Hate
I'm a lover in pain
And a refugees soul
My world
My heart
Your touch
It's a force in your brain
That in evidence makes you . . .
Wait
For the outside world
When the magazine comes too late
Wait
When the hardest touch gets an insane form
I'll touch
Your mind
I crawl
Messing around in the blind

tauzefien

Toegevoegd door tauzefien op di 17 jan, 2006 5:32 pm

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