Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Drowning
8.01.03
Don’t walk to close to the ocean’s edge
Danger falling where none dare to tread
Faltering and calling in a deep-dead sleep
Until the made meets their maker-
And the strong perish to the weak
Don’t walk to close to the twilight’s edge
Stars falling in their faltering light
I used to try and fight it
But what’s the point when your enemy is the overwhelming night?
Soundless thunder mixes with it all
Crashing down with a destiny fit to befall
And so you dwell
In your pressing breath of the end
Everything was fine-
Until you managed to fall in
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]