things that happen
it's just dust
thrown into the sin
just because it happens
again and again
time reaches out
to us..
wanting to be our
friend..
embrace the inevitable
cross yourself
twice my love
the healing voice
you hear..
is akin to
the soothing sounds
of an oceananic tide
to be able to see
with thine own miserary
symphonic droning
suphoric lies
beneath it all
rhymes are no
mystery..
just a verse..
no ill recourse
smash the mirror..
