Swirling down the body, like a tounge, the neck lays its peaceful somber head on the hand that has soothed so many others to sleep.
Being able to see ' the other' and still able to hold on to almost every action, thought, feeling, oh, how we long to be the dreamer.
Dreamer, drem'er , n , One who dreams: a fanciful
man, ... a visionary.
I can remember it as if it were still occuring
And here I stand again returning
At the place where we first had met
For it was here where the setting was set
Boney trees casted the shadows upon my face
Your young eyes is which brought on my embrace
I could feel my hands creeping up your spine
Though I never touched you, those hands were mine
A path that brought you a sense of safety
A path that brought you closer to me
Words, such beautiful words told me the way
Into your life and there I will stay
A red glow from a puff of a cigarette
Brought a devilish sillowette
To a face as young as hers
To eyes that would only stare at hers
Oh my sweet child if you only knew
what these hands could do
If you only had one clue
To what these hands are going to do
Fear was screaming from those eyes
A low crackeling breath escaped my lungs
No words replied, for the cat had her tounge
A step forward and she stood in her place
And light revealed my smiling face
A loss of breath and regained at the same time
When you found that face to be mine
Plush lips exposed you smile
And there we stood just shorter than a while
We then linked our hands and made our way
To the streets of light ( that was our day)
We sat upon a bench not far from where we just stood
And there the sun arose as we knew it would
My eyes drew from the sun into her own
And whispered words in my low tone
As she continued staring foward
I killed her
Oh my sweet child if you only knew
What these hands could do
If you only had one clue
What these hands did to you
a million years for it to fall
only took a second for it to break"
