Foxy Methoxy Posted February 17, 2011 Share Posted February 17, 2011 "She Grins a Ghastly Smile" An ocean's bitter taste unchanged Cold, alone, outside in falling rain A staggered shuffle, sliding passed On the sands of broken glass Growing older now Turning pale Feeling frail Growing old with her and now we're sick and ugly failing, falling down We view the sun set into night She sighs as the feeling drowns As my eyes settle into sight We wait for the tide to go down My eyelids are heavy Her feet are swelling now This time I am ready To walk the checkered tile The tremor turning steady As she grins a ghastly smile "Skies Inside" Skies inside the sun she beams In my arms unlocks the dream An angel's touch no cold embrace Hand on heart and face to face A kiss as long as time we wait One last glance then suffocate With tears of joy she weeps for more Knowing full well we're at death's door "The Red Death" Climb into the oven with me Dine with the mother of peace Sink into the comfort of her dreams Stare at the borders of her being Slip from the haven of our means Flight of this quest to be free Glide on the feathers of my wings Escape from the fabric of our weave Fear is just a fragment from the past Hope was just a slipper made of glass Things as this are never meant to last This fleeting moment moves much too fast We are refugees from the mass Who hide our sorrows here in this masque Glide on the feathers of my wings Escape from the fabric of our weave Forget all the things we have seen Forsake all the comforts we could bring Listen as the universe sings Pleasured by a heartless libertine Partaking from the chalice as it steams Arousing is the plumage she preens Glide on the feathers of my wings Escape from the fabric of our weave Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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