Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Untitled Number 3

My Angel in the Devil’s hand
Sitting quietly for the world to end
A story for all time… that I left behind
It just will not stop
Calling and calling when I’m almost asleep
In a moment I can’t seem to keep
Cross your arms before they steal your heart
Across time I’ll reach for our new start
But I’ve faded in your eyes
Like the Summer’s color dies
Your words no longer make sense
Of some untold violence
So speed things up like my demons always do
Speed things up while I swerve into you

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