Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Games of Ecstasy
10.05.04
I should be doing my work
But she has black hair
And it’s enticing to the end
With coffee and a raindrop past the window
Empty, through their daily frowns
The nighttime will come soon enough
But with it, a new day is birthed
She should be doing her work
But she has black hair
And ravens play in her backyard
A graveyard to claim your thoughts
And cool your mind, which pyromaniacs set on fire
Out of their heads- these dreams wander down
Silver staircases, which may kill the werewolves
Pawing through mazes of endless circles
He should be doing his work
But she has black hair
Still, he is tired of pretending
These games of ecstasy...
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]