Friday, July 29, 2005

Get Thee Behind Me

Darkness, bury your sinister face
this smile is scared of the silence of space
Your venom is stale like the bread I devour
Each morsel so empty, so vile and sour
Out of the pocket and onto the trail
reminders that you'll be the first one to fail
I'll dance in the moonlight and sing your mistake
You've forgotten that this soul is not yours to take.


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