Thursday, September 9, 2010




Pure Eyes


Azure skies, azure eyes
To gaze is your demise
Becoming weak, becoming small 
Disappear beneath it all

Lost to find, to stand in place
Wake the past of dry embrace
Begging you, please understand
While shushing violence in my hand

But idiocy will break the window 
Cut the colors in the rainbow
Drain the blood from the river
And suffocate me into buying
One fear of life to keep me dying

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