Do you know that love is a game played by
people and not a person~~Chasing after your
quarry failure of accomplished glory~~A sad and
often times lonely story~~When you can't find a
release and the sickness takes hold~~With no end
in site, what brings eyesite and delite to your
mindseye~~Chasing after some sad and lonely tomb,
Never to blame the undertaker for not enough room~~
A slip of the tongue if ever there was one~~A
disaffected cause with affactation so slide under
the covers with me~~Kiss me in my dreamhouse, oh
charletan of disguise and make believe that you
still love me~~I so love to hear your lies~~
Pretend that you know me and that I really do care~~
Forgive not the dawn's early rising and every
drop of blood~~Born in the darkness without
a master and my illusion is made real~~Life came
to the creation of man's fascination~~The things
you see in the wishing well~~More than enough to
satisfy and surely soothe my appetites of lust,
legend and future memory~~When all that remains
is dust..end of story..
By Rick Weber
"What remains is Dust"
September 16, 2012
copywritten
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