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"Diamonds" by Mike
By starlight's glaze,
My eyes ever do shimmer,
Brilliantly as perhaps the sun,
No, the moon which tends to glare
From the still waters of the lake.
But my mind only wanders,
From the cruel emotions in my heart.
My love, who has the goddess' figure,
Is too far from reach,
An apple on a branch too high, perhaps.
The sky, oh the sky,
Which may wipe itself clear on whim,
If only I had your complexion
Only your wisdom, in the least.
Yet I do not have either,
And my strength itself wains,
Dragging me further down into the world,
Where my soul is torn ravenously apart,
By the hunger and decrepid demons,
All hired by her helping hand, perhaps?
Indeed, maybe this pain is her intent,
Maybe some cruel plot is engraved into her heart,
A thing that appears so calm so quiet.
Mischevious is she, I shall state!
A demon wrapped in warm innocence!
Hark! Send forth the men of the cloth,
And exorcise this most evil of creatures.
How dare she betray me like this,
Such a decieving little with!
The wind blows through my air so suddenly,
A sign perhaps of some sort of taboo,
Some uttered, black blasphemy.
Apologies enough may not cover my sin,
Such damage upon my soul,
Will certainly keep me out of the Gates.
Yet the moon tends to glare
Upon the smooth waters of the lake,
Shimmering brilliantly in my eyes
Almost as brilliantly as the stars,
Which shine so brightly,
And indeed if they are life,
Then life is certainly a substance,
The stuff diamonds are made of.