~A Curse That Falls Upon Us~
It is I who bares the cross
Of the plague that falls upon us..
It is a curse, a curse among us.
It is to touch, but to cannot feel
It is to hurt but cannot weep
It it I who keeps it locked up,
This pain of love...
The jaws of envy
As the claws of fear puncture my skin
It is only numb that I can be.
There are no tears
The wells are dry
Yet a whole river it is that us divides...
My heart is a burden that I carry around
Your face is the light
Only light in my dark
Only sun that might shine upon me
Only moon that might light the way....
Yet there is no light
All stars are hidden
Wandered off
To a place where they might be seen
Seen by all... all apart from me.
So give me the sword!
So give the dagger!
Let me release this heart of mine!
Take it away!
Cut it out!
Carve it out!
Out of this body!
Out of this cage of flesh
Let me out of these chambers!
Destroy these walls that keep me inside
Free this poor soul.
Poor soul that is I.
I carry the wings, wings on my shoulders
But fly, fly I never could!
As they are chained, never to unfold
A song cannot be sung
As my lips bare no voice
The words are away
Away from my throat
My heart cannot speak
Nor open up a chord...
It is silence that I relish in
Only numbness that feels familair..
These moments are years
Without an ending
Without a secret pathway to the light...
So take me away to an exhile...
as I am lost, lost inside my own life...
Take this heart and bury it!
So I feel no more pain!
Take these hours that are left to me
And take these wounds of mine
Healing makes no more sense
Than living this life..
As you will never age for me, nor fade, nor die....
~Tanith~: | Maandag, augustus 16, 2004 00:51 |
I meant to say... wat kan ik zwetsen of course.... Jesus... so full of crap and kan niet eens fatsoenlijk typen... hahaha |
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~Tanith~: | Maandag, augustus 16, 2004 00:50 |
man... wat ik zwetsen... | |
Edwin van Rossen: | Zaterdag, juni 12, 2004 12:41 |
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel; For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter, and confounds him there; Sap check'd-with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where: Then, were not summer's distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with be |
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~Tanith~: | Zaterdag, juni 12, 2004 12:01 |
wow.... and to consider that I was on top of the world when I wrote this ;) Life is beautiful! *yet... Master Shakespeare...has this effect on me!* lol!!! ;) :P :D :D :D Cheers ~Tanith~ |
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MayadeBij: | Zaterdag, juni 12, 2004 01:35 |
anyway, it's not a curse, just life ;) (beautiful as well; right?) kus! | |
MayadeBij: | Zaterdag, juni 12, 2004 01:34 |
Yeah, well I just got to carry a lil cross myself for no reason (as always) Big kiss and who knows; maybe pain is for a reason?? shit.. | |
Auteur: ~Tanith~ | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 12 juni 2004 | ||
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