It creeps
inside company we keep,
latching on
I beseech
*You to reach
forward and teach
me to escape thy leech.*
the darkened soul
always on patrol
Looking to take hold
of souls made of gold.
My dear soul so old.
Filled one thousand forms before me,
and in the morning it may come
A darkened soul adores me,
Now I spend eternity on the run.
You were never for me
But to me you held a gun,
"Forget any other for me."
"No no, you are not the one."
Even the brightest soul made just for me,
can not compare to the love of the Sun.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
It creeps
inside company we keep,
latching on
I beseech
*You to reach
forward and teach
me to escape thy leech.*
the darkened soul
always on patrol
Looking to take hold
of souls made of gold.
My dear soul so old.
Filled one thousand forms before me,
and in the morning it may come
A darkened soul adores me,
Now I spend eternity on the run.
You were never for me
But to me you held a gun,
"Forget any other for me."
"No no, you are not the one."
Even the brightest soul made just for me,
can not compare to the love of the Sun.
