||[Sep. 30th, 2004|09:49 pm]
|||||of minor prostitues pither... pedro the lion||]|
foregt the whispers on the wind
close your eyes
and let the teardrops fall
memories are haunting now
a past i want to forget
so many mistakes
so much pain.
i long to be forgotten.
the raindrops we danced in
the music we danced to
but no longer may i gaze upon you
no longer may i touch your face
no longer may i dream with you
my angel has left me
with wings i broke without grace
your soul i stole
I am the demon i once turned away
i am the automaton i once despised
walking in this world without a cause
to give me grace.
i reach my bloody palms up to the sky
and cry out for forgiveness.
will his love encapture me
will it heal the wounds i've created
or will this festering scar grow
and engulf me
like the blackness of my soul?