upon our evening when the sun fired blanks
there rode the sickness out of our sight
carried torches burned out long before it's time
among these ruins where our love to be found
ambition falters when no better is to be known
cling to the unfounded pride
death to our belonging
and our ministy of two
set the higher standard
and to a greater fall descend
slaves to one another
and to others be it not
soothing be temptation
force the conscience to a halt
caused a high vibration
a tender light to be part of you
the two-way escape
7. Nether Novas
what late forgotten nights to emptiness has given
and now november morning will be taken asunder
the shovel stained with dirt in the hours of belonging
dug into the undiscovered of a life, a pest, a plague
falling back into the arms - no never
admitting to a life alone - no
claiming there are sparks inside - no
outside looking back - no
so the lie never stopped
cling to the wave it cried and onward to the night
expecting not and nothing in the presence of a lie
the deeper that it dug the more now had to go
surrender was a fact and the room was decoreated
- the lie never stopped
what late forgotten nights to emptiness has given
the strangers may they come in ignorance's disguise
so into the dark walking to leave the last of times
kneedeep in desperation to fill the gap behind
boldly thread the night forever
november thought are right - oh never
taken from the fall - no
frightened by the key but the trail behind the house
felt compelling and new - the lie never stopped
found at loss for words, now words aren't enough
someone told, a vacancy was open
someone laughed, the silence here was broken
dug up to make room
the room which you furnaced and graced
there is no vacancy
the least can fill the fountain
the most will flood the mold
--
※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc)
◆ From: 218.166.80.50