Tuesday, August 17, 2010

PRIMORDIAL PRELUDE

It has been said that the heart knows where
So I cast away my grace and becoming who I am now

The unsatisfying convulsion is painfully alone
It is in dire need of another to please it

I searched for the perfect one and found it
Scatter them within me
The amniotic coffin has been prepared
Lay the soul rebirth to rest there

The unstable minute being
I want to cradle you in my arms

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