In the summer when we meditate
On the beach at the circle
Avoiding flashlights in the dark
such a fire surrounding
then I will find myself from here
beside thoes who know the way
I seek, desperate for answers
no one is able to give.
Then might I lie that Celt cross to sand
Desperate to heal this infection
that there is no serum for.
I'd give much to be with you
who gave me so much
in such fragile short time.
Obviously one chance may fall
Tomarrow in the day
or on my cheek tonight
I will find my corner well
Carve upon my skin
The effects of you
metiphysically speaking
reguardless of the choices made
she will haunt me reguardless as well
unless my letters go unanswered
not fair I get no notice
Or I'd prepare for this fall
I know I'll feel it
can't grasp straws now
It's besides me and my'ne
Black clads the only way
on such a preplanned dark
"Whats the point" you say
To what? for whome?
it must be interesting to watch me squirm
Everyone gets there kicks somehow.