so down the hole, I wanted change and the gods said have it
through love and rapture they break me cast to hell where there seemed no grace forever with His terrible scale, a cosmic fever dream a tasteless joke without end
burned by fire and afraid time heals all and even grace - she returns
like an infant I sit to stare at the walls and churn in love and fear
pull me to you I am not ready but I am falling I hope you take me to friends and flowers until then I toss and turn
Until then
Posted - Aug 22 2012 : 1:39:30 PM
