Emotions like the fall of Rome
Sadness sits high upon the throne
Glory, grander, that slowly fade
Melancholy into the sunlight bade
From the shadows in which it hid
To rear its prideful head again
And under the coliseum lie
Life before childhood died
So discontent a simple notion
Sorrow is a lowly emotion
And aqueducts lead unto my eyes
Water flows with no reprise
For the ones who understand
The life that hangs from golden strand
Simply reverberating with discord
For into my back the knife did bore
Et tu, Brute?
Is all that can be said
Now lie my happiness dead
The ides of March so have come about
Leaving in heart and soul no doubt
That the pillars fell to rest
And joy was put to death
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
Emotions like the fall of Rome
Sadness sits high upon the throne
Glory, grander, that slowly fade
Melancholy into the sunlight bade
From the shadows in which it hid
To rear its prideful head again
And under the coliseum lie
Life before childhood died
So discontent a simple notion
Sorrow is a lowly emotion
And aqueducts lead unto my eyes
Water flows with no reprise
For the ones who understand
The life that hangs from golden strand
Simply reverberating with discord
For into my back the knife did bore
Et tu, Brute?
Is all that can be said
Now lie my happiness dead
The ides of March so have come about
Leaving in heart and soul no doubt
That the pillars fell to rest
And joy was put to death
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