XXVII

XXVII

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

διάστημα (I) Repeating Verses

This is a perfect place for you and I
To sit and rest 
You spark your myth 
And I prepare the needle
For my words to course through these veins.
Verses over again...
Blood in the rain as it collides with our pulses. 
Have your heard the cry for help in the distance?
It's everywhere 
You can't hide from it...
It's as real as the love in your eyes
As the fear undefined... 
And weaker than the will in me. 

The life that brought us here... 

And the grace that gave death new meaning. 

This is a perfect place for you and I
To sit and rest. 

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