Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Blemished
1.25.05
Gushing crimson muses
Tired of bleeding
Their morbid meanderings
Effect the mind just a little to deeply
And inside, the branding is permanent
A song tattooed inside the walls of your head
But malice pours in excessive ecstasy
And it burns your insides until numbness isn’t noticeable
You think I don’t make sense?
As if this insanity is my fault...
You think you could resist?
Somehow I’m in doubt...
But it still isn’t my fault.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]