Monday, February 05, 2007
Facade
met a friend while with bill at cine looking for his sour plums
so this is how i felt abt the chance meeting:
when the river of dreams
meandering and crystal blue
stops dead in its tracks
watch the fish turn deadly blue
will holding hands be the
plug that stops the god-
sized gap in your beating heart
leaking its crimson stain
years have not taken
a toll on your facade
but what was once golden
have become pale and parlor
so will I walk your path
to indulge my deepest desires
where the ruins lie as a
reminder of their fatal grip
so take care my friend
whom i used to know
may you not trip and fall
into the eternal abyss ahead
so this is how i felt abt the chance meeting:
when the river of dreams
meandering and crystal blue
stops dead in its tracks
watch the fish turn deadly blue
will holding hands be the
plug that stops the god-
sized gap in your beating heart
leaking its crimson stain
years have not taken
a toll on your facade
but what was once golden
have become pale and parlor
so will I walk your path
to indulge my deepest desires
where the ruins lie as a
reminder of their fatal grip
so take care my friend
whom i used to know
may you not trip and fall
into the eternal abyss ahead
