Got lost and stopped by the grotto struck deals with villains, and though I'm in my feelings kneeling and ******* I payed to be ripped off cadences dip, lost the lotto
Watery graves appealing strange the solution is lame the parade's an insane path to follow Radical urchin burden grifting the current mechanisms infected luring fevers to wallow in, ad absurdum fathom futility in survival famine imbibes a stifled echo of revival in my head
I'm just playing dead for my recital
better informed to the abhorrence I'm entitled
feathered in form alluring sword alarm from Michael
clever to wars imparted forcible and vital, to the era
but staring in awe before the cycle
Bearing a maw beneath the throes along the final.
Bury me after my heart and guard informal notions of the lauded if calluses lift the filthy and applaud it
whittle the simply to the too intense or lawless for a history glistening through a rose of sickly fondness I won't ask if you were listening to all this but I must admit I don't think I can trust you
to be honest...
This is actually kind of a rough draft, and something I may expand on later. There's a lot I cut and plan to add later with more specific wording, but I wanted to have at least the brief version up, in case I changed my mind about really drilling this out.
Cold stone feet of mercy save me Take my broken will And cleanse it Cold I sit and wait and hear you Not a word comes from my lips Endless are the hours waiting Nothing new but old old songs All around the mountains bowing Crying out their cold love song Loneliness is worse than torture Alone I have no song to sing Stark white eyes of healing take me Still as moonlight on the stone Crying out of voices long lost Where my soul so longs to go Restless helpless weary traveler Sit awhile at love’s cold feet Waiting on the dawn to save you Joining in on my heartbreak Nothing stirring ceaseless whirring Fills the mind but not the soul Love creates things when it’s living Dead it leaves the road to wind Pale face of longing call me Bring me to your stone embrace Sitting at your feet I wonder Why the stars are hard to trace Lemon drops, I think not But cold bright teardrops out of place Trees are groaning stone hearts moaning Bending down like backs of man Love likes leaving not receiving With the wind it flees the world Silent raving begs for saving Let your wings enfold me now Touch me softly, brush and rock me Save me in your stone embrace