Ranko
09-03-2003, 01:22
Blue diamond, sewing the night,
silver shadow, closing tight,
a crucifix under a red light;
the crimson moon, it's grey might,
they truth relative, yet bright,
dreams do not seem right;
drowned indifference, broken fight,
spilled secrets, lonely fright,
a heartbeat with bad sight.
What's your concept of straight,
silent plight?
And I no longer know ...
... what to think anymore.
So ab-used, so miss-used.
So confused ..............
Used to, you set to.
You Said Two ...
(Written on 02/22/2003)
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When did life become a game of chess ...
silver shadow, closing tight,
a crucifix under a red light;
the crimson moon, it's grey might,
they truth relative, yet bright,
dreams do not seem right;
drowned indifference, broken fight,
spilled secrets, lonely fright,
a heartbeat with bad sight.
What's your concept of straight,
silent plight?
And I no longer know ...
... what to think anymore.
So ab-used, so miss-used.
So confused ..............
Used to, you set to.
You Said Two ...
(Written on 02/22/2003)
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When did life become a game of chess ...