Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
'Til the End
8.02.04
There’s nothing like a fabeled innocence
That rips and tears at my veins
And the pretold musings
More or less mundane
There’s nothing like a fabeled hunt
Knives pressed down into hands
Shadowed and straddled still
Until the moon begins
Call out now
I can’t hear you beneath the lake
You drown within
Underneath your patterned teardrops
Fall out now
Like the rain beneath my fingers
Running with the blood
Within the veins, amidst the hunt
Within the veins, omit the love
Within the veins, draw out the blood
Hunting, hunting
Until you reign again
Press up the crown, throw out the doubt
We love you, even still
Hunting, hunting
Captured in the end
Press up the doubt, throw out the crown
I’ll hate you ‘til the end.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]