bats on a wing soaring high
chasing their pray
in a blood lust frenzy
ravaging emotions
in a moonlit sky.
wide awake in the dead of night
heart rhythmaticly beating
to distant drums
of flights of fantasy
just out of grasp
till the morning light.
not daring to look
deep inside me
an empty vessel
i scream your name
silence speaks
yet another day.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 12:07 PM UTC
bats on a wing soaring high
chasing their pray
in a blood lust frenzy
ravaging emotions
in a moonlit sky.
wide awake in the dead of night
heart rhythmaticly beating
to distant drums
of flights of fantasy
just out of grasp
till the morning light.
not daring to look
deep inside me
an empty vessel
i scream your name
silence speaks
yet another day.
copyright gothic mistress 2010
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