| dUSty... |
| That yellowed orb, high in the velvety, indigo sky, overlooked by overcast eyes, that jaded dream, perfectly beautiful, created to lie, unnnoticed and uncaring it dies, the misty dark, musty smell and trembling from, the dusty body she adorns, that tortured place, she drifts and sways, so forlorn, and looks away when darkness falls, pulled into the sun, her blind eyes narrowed and clamped, at ease with the chilling damp, this rotting world, she scrapes the stone walls of her trap, shadowed precipiece, into the black, the moon a yellowed orb, high in that velvety indigo sky, overlooked by overcast eyes, her world a jaded dream, perfectly beautiful, apt to lie, unnoticed and uncaring she dies, there in the misty dark, the musty smell haunts her trembling form, the dusty body she adorns, held in this tortured place, she drifts and sways, so forlorn, drawn to the darkness as it falls, her life is pulled into the sun, her blind eyes narrowed and clamped, at ease with the chilling damp, once beautiful, this rotting world, she scrapes at the stone walls of her trap, off the shadowed precipiece, deep into the black, the moon's light taints its yellowed orb, strung high in that velvety, indigo sky, her world overlooked by overcast eyes, now but a jaded dream, she is perfectly beautiful and so apt to lie, unnoticed and uncaring she lays down and dies, there in the misty dark, the musty smell haunts her trembling form, the dusty body she adorns. |