quotheraven's diary

quotheraven's Diaryland Diary

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Just a song today...

Black

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay

Her lace spread out before me, as her body once did

All five horizons revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

And all I taught her was everything

I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything?

Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by some kids at play

I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can, drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

Of what was everything?

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky, but why

Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

9:03 a.m. - 2003-10-24

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