Texarkana
Then the gun men come and then
The one in blonde fox
Clutching the Book of Ruin
In his clean white hands
From the barn I could see the star
Of his horse galloped toward us
In the, there was nothing
We could do
Just watch as an ocean of bloodhounds
Flood down the side of the mountain
Cynthia Cruz ---
The call of deaths retreat,
Blanketed in a vast ocean abound,
Calling you closer day by day,
Like snails moving across planes slowly,
Drift my dear love into the mysterious
Presence of pure peace and devotion
Again to sunset to sunder again
KRD--
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Texarkana
Then the gun men come and then
The one in blonde fox
Clutching the Book of Ruin
In his clean white hands
From the barn I could see the star
Of his horse galloped toward us
In the, there was nothing
We could do
Just watch as an ocean of bloodhounds
Flood down the side of the mountain
Cynthia Cruz ---
The call of deaths retreat,
Blanketed in a vast ocean abound,
Calling you closer day by day,
Like snails moving across planes slowly,
Drift my dear love into the mysterious
Presence of pure peace and devotion
Again to sunset to sunder again
KRD--