October 2010
3 posts
“Grau, theurer Freund, ist alle Theorie,
Und grün des Lebens goldner Baum....”
– Goethe, Faust
Tearing apart the apart
My wanton heart is under attack, shivering through the cozy red rainbow I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna break you, I’m gonna make you mirth.
My mind is under the flames, lay hands on me till the moon stops and your rising stars tears the void on the sky, under your moans and sighs I’m gonna shake you, I’m gonna keep you weak, I’m gonna make you scream.
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