The Wanderer
Kid A
in a sensual frost
legs intertwined
like delicate beams of light
she hides her innocence
protecting it from night
her smile is soft, upon velvet lips
she opens the sky
and kisses the dawn
lilting sighs...
stary eyes...
they sparkle in a trance
as the morbid romance
rips at her strings
doubts set in
with each sordid touch
is it desire he flaunts
as her paradise is lost?
nerves twisted and frayed
sensations shred the calm
as her hopes are betrayed
and the beauty is gone
innocence screams
as thirsty demons
drink her flesh
in the waves of filthy seasons
his layered grin in her acid eyes,
mercury tears stain the back of his soul,
with tears that bleed down the swollen sun
she hides the ashes
beneath her skirt
an umbrella perched
over an endless hurt
below the surface
beneath quivering lips
ripped skirt, dirty breeze
in his breath
struggling sighs, desperate
unholy and stripped
of illusions and perception
the sun escapes from her eyes
time lofts its torch
hurling it in the air,
she holds it to her heart,
and stops to remember
it's not her fault
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 05-08-2001).]
legs intertwined
like delicate beams of light
she hides her innocence
protecting it from night
her smile is soft, upon velvet lips
she opens the sky
and kisses the dawn
lilting sighs...
stary eyes...
they sparkle in a trance
as the morbid romance
rips at her strings
doubts set in
with each sordid touch
is it desire he flaunts
as her paradise is lost?
nerves twisted and frayed
sensations shred the calm
as her hopes are betrayed
and the beauty is gone
innocence screams
as thirsty demons
drink her flesh
in the waves of filthy seasons
his layered grin in her acid eyes,
mercury tears stain the back of his soul,
with tears that bleed down the swollen sun
she hides the ashes
beneath her skirt
an umbrella perched
over an endless hurt
below the surface
beneath quivering lips
ripped skirt, dirty breeze
in his breath
struggling sighs, desperate
unholy and stripped
of illusions and perception
the sun escapes from her eyes
time lofts its torch
hurling it in the air,
she holds it to her heart,
and stops to remember
it's not her fault
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 05-08-2001).]