Ivory_Vein
11-25-2006, 10:32 PM
The image fades to silhouette
As fingers draw to reach
The words that could have graced these lips
Have fallen short of speech
A sought out treasure sets to rest
On tips of fate's new wings
The glint of sorrow pricks the heart
Of which to hope still clings
Such sin to taint this purity
Instead to take away
Hunger rises for darker dreams
To tear and have its way
As fingers draw to reach
The words that could have graced these lips
Have fallen short of speech
A sought out treasure sets to rest
On tips of fate's new wings
The glint of sorrow pricks the heart
Of which to hope still clings
Such sin to taint this purity
Instead to take away
Hunger rises for darker dreams
To tear and have its way