I’ve been thinking about you whilst running through the fire of life, As I’m drinking in your nectar and dying inside. This sacrificed soul, so soulfully rejected so many times, Is still thoughtfully asking itself why I must cry, Tears of fire through blinded eyes.
So heart-shatteringly cast aside by the Gothic bride, With pale green eyes, now forever entwined with death, I smile And in a short while I have walked a mile, In someone else’s shoes and I see the light on the grail. I’ve kissed the rose and my hope has set sail; It is because of you I prevail.
If you cut me I will bleed you; You are inside me, with me and all around me. If you cut me I will bleed you, Because my love for you is the only thing I need.
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I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
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