- پنجشنبه ۲۳ شهریور ۰۲
- ۰۰:۳۸
~Nine~
My room is empty
The days are all dull
I'm waiting for you
By the morning star
Minutes tick by, I'm
Alone and content
That's what my head says
A game of pretend
As eight struts forward
Cruelly, Into nine
Doubting myself, again
My focus is gone
Good and evil, is the
Decision made, or not?
Will I answer the call,
Dance to the pipe, or what?
I know of good, I do
It's nice and warm, like love
But who's to say what's bad?
And what's the poisonous dove?
Nine's dancing with ease
a street cat, in the dark
My Heart is unsolved, my work is undone
I'm standing steal, you know I don't cry
I swear to God, whom
I truly dislike
I made me the promise,
That you made me not
No thinking of gold
No thinking of white
In the loveless thing I
Keep calling my mind
Guilty and red like,
Your flowers, I taste
Your hands, clasped in mine
The wine in cabinet
The art of thinking I'm
Drawing on my time
Always a portrait
Of you, and it's half-done
Beauty, I'm at fault
Big mistakes I made
Thinking, longing and oh,
Wanting. That's the curse
My, how I wish you'd
Carry me the weight
If your shoulder bones
Were not so delicate
Nine's ending her song
I'm still wide-eyed
Never close, you were
How far now you are
Too late now, it's ten
My hands undecide
Closing the curtain
I turn off your light
- دست به قلم
- ۲۰۴