[B-A]Silent.Partner
11-07-2001, 03:13
clean, sharp and methodical
new beats dissect the mind;
consciousness subordinate
as the body moves
without hesitation
to ancient tribal dance,
heated up, and reborn
into the 21st century.
Feel the rage pounding
through veins, electric
andrenalin, as you try
to keep the pace
of rythms runaway,
try to escape the crowd
and ride
on pure destruction,
drift closer
to a unity
of body, soul and mind
--
as ever and always
as now and then
as was to be expected
as way back when
a mantle of darkness
a cloud of pain
a memory of sorrow
has come again
it weaves
so slowly
yet holds
so tight;
please
don't let it
consume me,
this cold,
cold night
and if it does
eat through my soul,
and takes away
the heart
then this one time
take all the rest
and tear this one
apart
--
shadows dance
across the wall
a midnight
stagefright
magic ball,
as consciousness
holds it's last call
and closes
eye's weary doors...
body becomes canvas,
mind the
stepping stone,
memories the artist
that cuts down
to the bone.
--
silent graveyard,
where headstones talk
of countless histories,
flood tonight my
emptiness,
divulge your mysteries.
I touch the moon
with two dark eyes,
launch thoughts
to pierce her side,
and walk between
cold mausoleums
as I follow
time's death tide.
to drink
from the sea
that surrounds me;
heavenly...
and thus,
I wander,
seeking, oh,
I know not what,
simply content
to ride the waves
until I'm spent
and lay me down
to give death
what she craves
--
where have you gone?
the bed feels empty
sigarettes trace
a thought,
the conclusion of which
seems to be underlined
by the emptiness
you left behind
I see the note
and crumple it;
who needs
another phone number
that only spells out
transitory
in ugly childish
markings?
streetlights wink
lazily, staccato
warning signs,
and I turn around
and bury my head
into the cruelness
of your scent,
content
--
new beats dissect the mind;
consciousness subordinate
as the body moves
without hesitation
to ancient tribal dance,
heated up, and reborn
into the 21st century.
Feel the rage pounding
through veins, electric
andrenalin, as you try
to keep the pace
of rythms runaway,
try to escape the crowd
and ride
on pure destruction,
drift closer
to a unity
of body, soul and mind
--
as ever and always
as now and then
as was to be expected
as way back when
a mantle of darkness
a cloud of pain
a memory of sorrow
has come again
it weaves
so slowly
yet holds
so tight;
please
don't let it
consume me,
this cold,
cold night
and if it does
eat through my soul,
and takes away
the heart
then this one time
take all the rest
and tear this one
apart
--
shadows dance
across the wall
a midnight
stagefright
magic ball,
as consciousness
holds it's last call
and closes
eye's weary doors...
body becomes canvas,
mind the
stepping stone,
memories the artist
that cuts down
to the bone.
--
silent graveyard,
where headstones talk
of countless histories,
flood tonight my
emptiness,
divulge your mysteries.
I touch the moon
with two dark eyes,
launch thoughts
to pierce her side,
and walk between
cold mausoleums
as I follow
time's death tide.
to drink
from the sea
that surrounds me;
heavenly...
and thus,
I wander,
seeking, oh,
I know not what,
simply content
to ride the waves
until I'm spent
and lay me down
to give death
what she craves
--
where have you gone?
the bed feels empty
sigarettes trace
a thought,
the conclusion of which
seems to be underlined
by the emptiness
you left behind
I see the note
and crumple it;
who needs
another phone number
that only spells out
transitory
in ugly childish
markings?
streetlights wink
lazily, staccato
warning signs,
and I turn around
and bury my head
into the cruelness
of your scent,
content
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