It fed on logic
No ecstasy
It involved
All of the
Slave
And the throne
As the lady continued to soar
In the sorrow of her life
Came the day
She met another man
His gentle love and care
Was like patch warmth
In the frozen hay
Day by day
She felt addicted
In loosing her parent's pride
And then came the time
When in emptiness
She could do nothing
But call upon God
She didn't want them
To blame
Either of the men
Instead
She desired to be written
They all read her suicide note every day
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
It fed on logic
No ecstasy
It involved
All of the
Slave
And the throne
As the lady continued to soar
In the sorrow of her life
Came the day
She met another man
His gentle love and care
Was like patch warmth
In the frozen hay
Day by day
She felt addicted
In loosing her parent's pride
And then came the time
When in emptiness
She could do nothing
But call upon God
She didn't want them
To blame
Either of the men
Instead
She desired to be written
They all read her suicide note every day
