i have now arrived at the point in my life
where all i want is beauty
the harshest silk and the softest wood
the tanned young skin and the scales of leather
the sadness of a final kiss and your heartwarming goodbyes
the softness of evil
and the harshness of the embrace
goodnight
to sleep alone in fields where i lay
in the arms of brothers
with the distant memories of our loves
and the cities in which they lay
to the fields of war in which i cower
and my brothers arms to hold each other tight
till the war ends and she can hold me
and i can lay
and i can dream again sleeping and dream of the war
in which i dreamt of her
and now life as a dream
life as peace
and love as war
zebrasindenver 