Herpetic Anagrams
Resistance is futile.
How could I forget?
Substance.
Bleeding from my eyes.
I try so hard to forget....but you wont let me.
I sat alone.
The night bekoned me with it's silent berceauses of despair. How dare I consider? The warmth betwix my fingers reminded me of how simplistic of a thing I had become.
A cigarette.
An objective smile.
Of ignorance.
Insipid skies and bleak reflections. Take me away. Tango with the dark-sheeted moons.
Relics of the moon-dogged lake.
Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow.
The moon took you, in it's kaleidoscope stare.
Dusk shuffles across the fields, and the trees moan as if they knew, at night I always dream of you.
At night I always dream of you.
A search for eyes.....that match almost as perfectly.
For they will never be perfect again.
And it's your fault.
You stole them from my heart.
You stole them from yourself.
-Kevin Barnard-
How could I forget?
Substance.
Bleeding from my eyes.
I try so hard to forget....but you wont let me.
I sat alone.
The night bekoned me with it's silent berceauses of despair. How dare I consider? The warmth betwix my fingers reminded me of how simplistic of a thing I had become.
A cigarette.
An objective smile.
Of ignorance.
Insipid skies and bleak reflections. Take me away. Tango with the dark-sheeted moons.
Relics of the moon-dogged lake.
Elastic meadow, endless arms of sorrow.
The moon took you, in it's kaleidoscope stare.
Dusk shuffles across the fields, and the trees moan as if they knew, at night I always dream of you.
At night I always dream of you.
A search for eyes.....that match almost as perfectly.
For they will never be perfect again.
And it's your fault.
You stole them from my heart.
You stole them from yourself.
-Kevin Barnard-