Nov 24, 2006 17:28
How maliscious the accusation that I would have known all along and intended such dreadful misery upon us all. Maybe through my red eye I saw the pain meant to give truth, so that maybe after these events realizations of your triviality could come clear.
Hopeless I remain, unto thine eyes that bear such shame,
That if you were to see who you really lost,
Your soul was sold, to cover such deep cost,
Gently to bed now, lye down in such retribution,
that is alas your's to bear.
To have fallen so steeply from the throne,
A deep cavern filled with regret I now call home,
Leave this misguided miner of sorrows to his petty arguments,
You have much more to lose.
Dream from the trees have misled you to a line,
From where you wait until number called,
If you were to visit my nightmares tonight,
You would only see how much I've fallen
The diamonds that restrain our eye,
From the true beauty that lied in your eyes,
An innocence once lost,
A child left,
And future void of passion,
Sigh softly for your loss,
Only remember that the end of the road,
Ends abruptly