Wall of Shame
Hand in hand, a wall inbetween
Of tears I'm the god
Of blood she's the queen
A dress of crimson silk and starlight
A face of snow, a mind of twilight
A panacea, dwelling of the free
She's the blood that runs into me
To the core of my soul, she holds the key
Metal of my blade, voice of my song
Gaze in her eyes, oh how I long
Why must everything be so tame?
Why are colors such a shame?
She's my cocaine, lighting the flame
Adding substance to my colors
Giving life to my demeanor
Where are the bombs? Blow up this screen
Revive my delusion, let the phoenix dream
A face of snow, a mind of twilight
Let me hold her near, purest of all streams
Give me a sunrise, part from my night
Of tears I'm the god
Of blood she's the queen
Is love such a terrible fraud?
The Wall of Shame is inbetween
Copyright © David Paquin | Year Posted 2005
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