hath planted future's seeds But reap upon the ground... of this moment So I may peel away life's clarity And slice thy previous intentions into tiny dreams Demise: An absolution
La rose se meurt... Les petales tombent parmi les feuilles Fond toi en moi En des images d'une beaute sans amour Et des profiles eclaires en silhouettes
Do tell me why my dreams Speak to me always of never? For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever
