Mar 07, 2006 19:59
What made you cry when you looked into my eyes?
Kiss your ring and Blow,
like a weary bird who flies
where the Scarecrow passed by.
Death, blood, and terrible screams
that ECHO silence in my dreams,
like death trying not to make a sound.
Creeping weeping from sins of ghosts,
searching for redemption, BOUND.
Witches watching windows which leads...
shamans listening to whispering dreams?
Magick, natures sprouting weed.
homeless men looking for tacos,
souls searching for what hides unseen in the seams
But whose lies reside deep in my eyes
which made you turn in disgust?
I kiss the doves soft head
whisper lies of comfort,
hold onto tight for my own frights.
Remeber words of ones who are lost
and wonder if you meant I'm ONE.
You cry about death, like yours has come.
But it was my eyes you him in
Death hiding, trying not to make a sound
Do you even remember what made you cry when you looked into my eyes?