I have lived several lives, all separate from thee
My feet touch the clouds, my body is free
But this life means naught without you by my side
Without you everything is dark and I wish to hide
To hide in the woods, among the animals that call
That call to the darkness that consumes us all
For life is an illusion that holds us tight
Next to the reaper that comes in the night
The world will go on without you and I
The winds shall still howl and the birds shall still fly
This earth is peaceful, my darling, my dear
But it must come to to an end, like all things queer.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
I have lived several lives, all separate from thee
My feet touch the clouds, my body is free
But this life means naught without you by my side
Without you everything is dark and I wish to hide
To hide in the woods, among the animals that call
That call to the darkness that consumes us all
For life is an illusion that holds us tight
Next to the reaper that comes in the night
The world will go on without you and I
The winds shall still howl and the birds shall still fly
This earth is peaceful, my darling, my dear
But it must come to to an end, like all things queer.
