Do you not know, I am a Phantom?
That catches your quiet thoughts,
and wishes for a kiss.
Who lives in Dark,
just to
feel
inspiration,
Nay, you are be-spelled
oh Light Seeker.
You sought my Fire
for your own,
Thief.
Liar.
Yes, Prometheus of my soul
I watched the stars.
They said, Find.
And I found you.
And in black clouds
of Hate and Anger
did Lightning strike hard.
Electrified, Terrified, Mystified.
Then it was gone
like a bird choked of song,
a Memory in folded paper.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC
Do you not know, I am a Phantom?
That catches your quiet thoughts,
and wishes for a kiss.
Who lives in Dark,
just to
feel
inspiration,
Nay, you are be-spelled
oh Light Seeker.
You sought my Fire
for your own,
Thief.
Liar.
Yes, Prometheus of my soul
I watched the stars.
They said, Find.
And I found you.
And in black clouds
of Hate and Anger
did Lightning strike hard.
Electrified, Terrified, Mystified.
Then it was gone
like a bird choked of song,
a Memory in folded paper.
