may i kiss your wound...
maybe that will........................................
From far beyond the veil of sleep some tune, ne'er before heard, is trav'lling on a fragile breath, to shake my frozen world..........
I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears. But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...
("Beauty comes from the inside and so does ugliness! Yet, make-up is my armour, Dear, and I must hide my face. ONE AND ONE IS SOMETIMES THREE,SOMETIMES NOTHING AT ALL , all is mortal, all is vain ...- and mortal things must fall!")
Yet, alas, despite it all ...
walking through these deserted halls ...
It's easy ... still ... to love the dead...-
It's easier to love the dead....
"...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him, it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...
This post has been edited by HERMINE on 4 Sep 2006, 22:17
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