Years pass by
Years passed by.
Ego, verge of breaking
Monotony upsurging
Chimneys and Oil
Chimneys and Oil
Laughter - frail. Nay, fragile. Very...
A crack in the carpenter's skill
A pack of wolves in the kill
The grapes were just too sour
For us foxes to make them ours
Broken home, Broken hearts
Now no more cream tarts
But bread crumbs drowned in muddy paths
Moon, once my shield
Now mocking creation's seeds...
Webbed thoughts
And fragile minds.
Sometimes Smothering.
Sometimes Asphyxiating.
Who was he to choose
Terms of a raw deal he
Was supposed to anyway lose?
Chimneys and Oil
Chimneys and Oil
Forsooth, that's him...
Just a thin line, in a face of black soot.
4 comments:
U need to get a better camera.
i totally like the pentacle thingy on the left side ..
heh maybe i dont get a meaningful insight to this, but sounds like Stratovarius, hungry and at their primitive worst.
Years go by!
@Blur : You are the US girl... Get me one. Nice one. :-)
@Icy : Heh. Thanks...
@Manu : LOL! Nothing like that, I assure you.
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