Oh how beautiful it would be to say that i have been to the gates of heaven
When in truth i have simply walked away from the doors in life that are
hell
the body naked wrapped in love
a knife returns to its sheath
and the half cut apple
lies browning on the counter
what is the point of a dream
when the reality and love of living
becomes a blind nightmare
there is no more passion
just tolerance for life
and a sweet memory of time
what if someone you met was so different
that they make you feel the same
as the difference that they exude
i will become so evil that time itself will not touch me
i will paint forever in acrylic
the instant bastard love
the ever drying light
to never dilute my love
just passion
and pace
to forget your face
and no time for love
n’importe qui peut attraper un poisson
mais
pour le loup de venir a votre porte
cette
c’est le pouvoir du loup
until you grow to be the nothing in the state of everything
you will be everything that brings me nothing
to know honestly the power of owns own beauty
is to rear heads of others for the soul
and to not collect the souls for ones own beautiful body
zebrasindenver 