Vanity |
Objection denied,Nice try.I cut you out with a scalpel forged from hope,Forged from nothing. Vanity, vanity, vanity you're dead to me.You're always dead to me.Calamity, calamity, calamity you're stuck...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 15:24:00 GMT |
Trust |
One by one,Light the fuse of the cannon.Hand in hand,We all fall down. I fear I've stumbled amongAll these lookalikesI've watched them as they forced their parts.I recognize the face of One once close...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 15:21:00 GMT |
not just yet, children. |
birth.we are hope.we are the fathers and the sons.we are the seeds and their growth, the water, the snow.we are the feet and the cement.we are futility.we are the painter and the canvas.
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 06:31:00 GMT |
