Post by Icor on Oct 22, 2004 13:08:05 GMT -4
Frail as a crystal, make no remark to me.
The verses trickle over the dark, and to my walls.
When you step through the peace devoid, I shudder.
You land with such drama, and being to slap my surfaces.
Give no speech here, the air is too thick.
My core tickles with every small shove you make.
Such a greedy glare, even your gaze makes my lines tremble.
Envy my beauty, but do not lust for it.
For as they do, the clouds vanish without relief.
And my flat surfaces fall to the sides like glass.
They shatter at your feet, and I can no longer explain.
Hypocrisy seems to gush from your lips as you correct my fault.
And you hammer me to the ground to dust.
I am worthless, but it was no my fault I broke.
Too many of you decided to stomp the stones.
Too many of you decided to snatch at my golden dust.
I could have been theirs.
But you yanked too hard.
The verses trickle over the dark, and to my walls.
When you step through the peace devoid, I shudder.
You land with such drama, and being to slap my surfaces.
Give no speech here, the air is too thick.
My core tickles with every small shove you make.
Such a greedy glare, even your gaze makes my lines tremble.
Envy my beauty, but do not lust for it.
For as they do, the clouds vanish without relief.
And my flat surfaces fall to the sides like glass.
They shatter at your feet, and I can no longer explain.
Hypocrisy seems to gush from your lips as you correct my fault.
And you hammer me to the ground to dust.
I am worthless, but it was no my fault I broke.
Too many of you decided to stomp the stones.
Too many of you decided to snatch at my golden dust.
I could have been theirs.
But you yanked too hard.
