Blinded by its mocking glare
why must it taunt and stare
You get what you ask for
years of lifelessness is the score
Weight of the revulsive gem
is too much to comprehend
Chop off that which desecrates
freeing your spirit to consecrate
Blood pours out, stirring your need
coughing up bits, a bitter defeat
Reminisce of lost years which lapsed by
****** your life as your passion ran dry
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 4:34 AM UTC
Blinded by its mocking glare
why must it taunt and stare
You get what you ask for
years of lifelessness is the score
Weight of the revulsive gem
is too much to comprehend
Chop off that which desecrates
freeing your spirit to consecrate
Blood pours out, stirring your need
coughing up bits, a bitter defeat
Reminisce of lost years which lapsed by
****** your life as your passion ran dry
2010 - NR -
