my desperate gears grind
in hopes of vanquishing
the soft shoe shuffle
and sly smile serenade
but i am a stranger in
this clockwork land
and a fire now begins to burn
in the foundations of this folly
i have built
bitter taste now follows
her sweet furrowed brow
and rampant doubts flee the slow fear of
her eyes
as i cast myself headlong
at each broken future to repair
futile hope
she hastens behind gathering up
each spent medicine we laboured
to heal our lives with
desperate gears grind into the night
and our sweating bodies entwined in this
intoxicating brew of false hopes and twisted visions
soft shoe shuffle of moving ever forward
soft sly smile serenade calling us to the bright future
they are a slow death that envelopes us
save her please
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
my desperate gears grind
in hopes of vanquishing
the soft shoe shuffle
and sly smile serenade
but i am a stranger in
this clockwork land
and a fire now begins to burn
in the foundations of this folly
i have built
bitter taste now follows
her sweet furrowed brow
and rampant doubts flee the slow fear of
her eyes
as i cast myself headlong
at each broken future to repair
futile hope
she hastens behind gathering up
each spent medicine we laboured
to heal our lives with
desperate gears grind into the night
and our sweating bodies entwined in this
intoxicating brew of false hopes and twisted visions
soft shoe shuffle of moving ever forward
soft sly smile serenade calling us to the bright future
they are a slow death that envelopes us
save her please
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