Nov 17, 2007 15:37
Walk along the rim, sample from it's bounty.
Here there is no pain, no sorrow, no tragedy....no anything.
Fall into my arms, my welcoming embrace....it would be so easy.
Here there are no harsh words, no envy, no jealousy....no anything
Listen to the winds, they tell tales of envy and rage.
Here we do not care if you are different, or sullen, or malcontent
The weavers loom stands silent, time holds no bounds
Fall into my arms, dull the pain, fill the void
Dance upon the blade, taste the relief, revel in the splendor
Here there is nothing...