quarta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2009

This creates such entropy within...

I have butterflies on drugs inside of me.
'To my surprise I grew to like both'
Stained broken glass beneath my bare feet.
'Should I save myself for later? Or generously give?'
Taste of blood in my mouth.
'Don't let them do that to you.'
I guess I'll have to draw a Dreamscape for you.
'Swirling, black lilies totally ripe.'
A shame I can't live it for myself.
'I see the dull flame of desire.'
I can't make this decision for you.
'On the surface simplicity.'
It's not my position to hurt you.
'But the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry...'

4 comentários:

Rute disse...

Bjork, bjork. Faz-nos sempre viajar, nem que seja em pensamento...

Ando you don't have to speak, i fell... Emotional landscapes. =)

GotchyaYinYang disse...

The dull flame of desire...

Anônimo disse...

Sorry for my bad english. I would like to get updated with you new posts as I love to read your blog. Add me to your mailing list if you have any.

Firefly disse...

All you have to do is add me to your RSS Feeder!
Thank you so much for your kind comment! =)