Bright this night seems, diamonds
made of dreams. Miracles happen
daily here, yet some still suffer.
I catch the gaze the devils gleam
And smile in pleasure.
I dance among the nocturne noises
and other screams of true bliss.
Kissing sweet stars and watching
It rain Paradises' tears.
Some will still summon the gods
Of dark pleasure and kiss with words
as dandelions, but I am appeased, for
now, here in my flat, drinking my
wine and listening to my jazz.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Bright this night seems, diamonds
made of dreams. Miracles happen
daily here, yet some still suffer.
I catch the gaze the devils gleam
And smile in pleasure.
I dance among the nocturne noises
and other screams of true bliss.
Kissing sweet stars and watching
It rain Paradises' tears.
Some will still summon the gods
Of dark pleasure and kiss with words
as dandelions, but I am appeased, for
now, here in my flat, drinking my
wine and listening to my jazz.