Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Myth
1.19.04
Singing into the twilight
Songs of the ancientries and dreams held inside
Singing into the stars
Recorded into the fading passage of time
I’m holding on to the unreal
There’s a sword lying at my grasp
But the grip is so surreal
I knew it couldn't last
I’m running away so desperately
Pretending, lying, laughing, crying
You’ve never known me
Watching from the forbidden dreams
Silver blood runs from closed eyes
Pushing out the fantasy of it all
There are myths so fitting for life’s lost story
Myths so fit to befall
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]